Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

The figure smiles widely, showing perfect white teeth. "You presume correctly, my dear," he says. "I forget my manners. I am Count Strahd von Zarovich, Lord of Barovia. Welcome to my humble abode." The count offers a slight bow, though he remains sitting at the organ. "And yes, I have been expecting you."
 

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"We have heard tales that it is because of you for which we cannot leave this realm."

He pauses a moment, gauging the reaction, then continues.

"We have also heard that the village cowers in fear of the walking dead because of you -- and that the sun does not shine for the same reason."

He presses his fingers together in front of his chest, and in a councilatory tone,"This couldn't possibly true, could it?"
 

Ares

Without any word, Ares takes a seat. It will be rude and foolishness to start a meeting on the wrong side, especially when the host is so powerful.
Ares eyes the food on the table and then the count as he speaks to his companions.
 

Ky gazes around at the grand surroundings, he shrugs and takes a seat along with Ares. "Well, thank you for your hospitality Count, though a more formal invitation would have given us a better idea you were expecting us." adds Ky
 

Ryan can hardly believe that his companions are taking seats at the table. That food could be poisoned!

"If you are anything other than an evil monster, you certainly have a lot of explaining to do" Ryan tells the 'host'.

He stays on guard, making no move towards the table. "And the carriage ride was so 'gentle' that it left me with no appetite, in any case."
 


"The sun?," The count gives a laugh, which has a slightly sinister sound. "I'm afraid you give me too much credit if you think I can control whether the sun shines or not. As far as walking dead are concerned, Barovia has always been plagued by such troubles. I regret I do not have the manpower to stop such a thing, but we are a poor nation." He shakes his head sadly. "It wasn't always so, but we are a cursed land. Those damn Vistani are responsible, mark my words!"
 



"Such awful accusations to make," says the count, slowly standing. "I was hoping for a civil discussion of the problems plaguing Barovia, and how you can help...but all you do is cast insults. You do not eat, you call me an evil monster, and blame the problems of this land upon me. I'm afraid I must ask you to leave, immediately." He points a finger at the exit, a grim, stern look upon his face.
 

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