Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

[s@squ@tch]

"He desperately wants us to come and have an audience with him, or else the organ music would not be so obvious."
He walks along with the others, morningstar and scimitar still swinging from their respective spots on his belt.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but we should probably go and indulge him, to see what he wants from us. We could perhaps learn something about his motives and hopefully weaknesses that we could exploit."

 

[Fenris]

Ky had been examining the suit of armor in the alcove. He turns to the others as he pulls his pole-axe. "Any of you can walk back at any time if you like." replies Ky as he strides down the west corridor towards the light.

 

[Queenie]

OOC: Good point about the light. Rhun, is it so dark we can't see?

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Lighting has been given in the IC descriptions. All of the rooms you have been in thus far are lit by torches. So you can see fine, though obviously the corners and recesses of each room remains shadowy to dark.

Bright light is spilling out from the double doors that are partly open and that the music is swelling from. You can tell from where you are that the light in that room is brighter than the torchlight of the area you are currently in.

The stairs north and the passageway east are both unlit, and in complete darkness, so you would need a light source to travel those directions.

 

[kinem]

Ryan sighs. "Can't say I didn't see that coming." He follows Ky.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Delkat follows the others, thinking of several prayers that could produce some much needed light....

 

[Rhun]

Kyranvik bursts into a magnificent 40-foot square dining room, the rest of you close on his heels. The chamber is brilliantly lit by three massive crystal chandeliers, each bearing what must be hundreds of candles. Pillars of stone stand against dull white marble walls, supporting the ceiling overhead.

In the center of the room, a long, heavy table stands covered with a fine white satin cloth. The table is laden with delectable foods of every type: roast beast basted in savory sauce, roots and herbs of every taste, and sweet fruits and vegetables. Places seem to be set for each of you, with fine china and heavy, ornate silver. At each place is a crystal goblet filled with an amber liquid whose delicate fragrance tantalizes your senses.

At the center of the west wall, across from the entry, between floor-to-ceiling length mirrors, stands a massive organ. Its pipes blare out a thunderous melody that offers a tone of greatness and despair. Seated before the keys, back towards you, is a single caped figure, pounding away at the organ in raptured ecstasy. The music suddenly stops as the figure's hands come to a stop, filling the dining hall with a deep and almost ominous silence. The figure slowly turns toward you.

 

[Rhun]

"Welcome, welcome, to Castle Ravenloft," says the handsome figure sitting at the organ. His voice is a rich baritone, and carries only the slightest Barovian accent. He sweeps a hand at the table before you. "Please, be seated. The refreshment is quite delicious."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Delkat's eyebrows raise as the host turns to face them, a million thoughts going through his mind.

He knew it made no sense to see a room full of food at an abandoned castle, and he wondered if it was real, for no servant or worker from the village would be able to traverse the drawbridge, nor any provision cart. And he wondered if the host actually wanted them to sit down and eat...

For the moment, Delkat stood still, with the others, watching their moves.

 

[Queenie]

Esme sat cautiously at the table. "Strahd I presume? This is quite the dinner you've laid out. You were expecting us?"