Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

"There are no dragons in Barovia, Kyranvik," laughs Madam Eva. Then, she grows more serious and continues. "Remember that the future reveals itself only reluctantly; Take the signs for what they are. Look for them when they appear."
 

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"No dragons is one bit of good news, at least. But seriously, Madam - how do you avoid being attacked by the undead? And if the answer is your magic, then would we not all profit by joining forces to deal with them?"
 

"Vistani magic is ancient and great, young Ryan Lester," says Madam Eva. She lowers her voice and continues. "It defends and conceals us. But should we draw the eye of the Devil down upon us, then even our magic would not be powerful enough to protect us." She fixes the duskblade with a hard glare. "By joining forces with you, we would draw the Devil's attention. And my first priority is to protect my people, not to aid you in what could prove to be no more than a lesson in futility. Look to the graveyard of Barovia Town if you seek to know how many have failed before you."
 

"Your tales of lore are quite entertaining and well performed, but if you think these cryptic answers will be of any use when faced with a horde of undead, I think you are wrong."

"Only the power of the sun can thoroughly cleanse this realm."
 


"Oh come now Delkat. You know as well as I do that words from Esme or Ares have power, just as the blades of Ryan and myself do. All of these are weapons against the undead, our enemies. Do not toss away a weapon merely because it is unfamiliar to you," replies Ky.
 
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"Yes, yes, Madame Eva is right. When the destiny is fully ready to reveal itself, it will. We must always be mindful of it so we know it when we see it.

I am curious though, Madame, is there something we can do for you? You seemed anxious to read our cards."


edit: Post from Queenie. Whoops!
 

Madam Eva cackles. "So lovely of you to ask," she says. "Such a sweet, young thing you are. Ah, but the memories of youth now taste like ash in my mouth..." The crone places one hand upon the crystal ball on the table, which sparkles with dim motes of light under her hand. "Perhaps if you go to Castle Ravenloft, you could keep your eyes open for a certain deck of cards? The cards themselves are thin plaques of ivory, and you might find them within a fine rosewood box. They were taken from us long ago." She laughs again, a bit more gently this time. "I would advise, however, against drawing any of the cards from their box."
 

Ares

Ares just stands and hears the conversation. He has nothing to say neither nothing to add. He pays what little respect to the tarot witch she deserves but no more. Her folk and kind are nothing but puppets to the lord of the realm, if he wishes to, his hordes of undead can vanquish her entire tribe to the next world, who knows why he leave breath in their nostrils. Maybe she is nothing but a puppet with a role to scare heroes or to send them to their doom in the lord’s castle.
The problem is - that his companios are supposed to be the heroes now.
 

"Madam, what is this special deck of cards? Is there anything more you can tell us of them? I am quite curious."

darnnit: Queenie again!
 

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