Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

[Queenie]

Esme watches Ky cautiously as she speaks to the Count. "You do know that she what she says of you, do you not?"

 

[Rhun]

"Indeed," he answers, rather flatly. "And why else would she say such things, except to cover her true purpose? Barovia was a quaint and peaceful place until the Vistani arrived."

 

[s@squ@tch]

"Oh, I see, it is the Vistani who are causing all the problems," nods the priest.

"So, as ruler of this realm, what are you doing to combat the issues they are causing?"

 

[Rhun]

The count shrugs. "What can I do? I have no men, no soldiers...they have all been slain and run off by the undead. All I can do is offer my vast riches to adventurous souls such as yourselves, should you be willing to take the fight to the gypsies on my people's behalf."

 

[kinem]

Ryan just stands silently and watches.

 

[Fenris]

The count shrugs. "What can I do? I have no men, no soldiers...they have all been slain and run off by the undead. All I can do is offer my vast riches to adventurous souls such as yourselves, should you be willing to take the fight to the gypsies on my people's behalf."

Ky washes down his mouthful of food with his glass of wine before speaking. "Ok, so the undead have killed your men. And you claim the Vistani are controlling them and creating the spooky clouds and preventing people from leaving Barovia. However, Madame Eva claims that it is YOU who are controlling the undead, are making it spooky and are preventing people from leaving. Now we have had other people make the same claim against you. So Count, please offer us some evidence, assurance or proof that it is the Vistani who are behind this." asks Ky as he refills his goblet.

 

[Rhun]

The count smiles at Ky, a sly, sinister smile. Then he gives an evil, mocking laugh and disappears before you very eyes.

A fierce, bone-chilling wind rises up and roars through the hall, blowing out the flickering candles in the chandeliers and all of the torches in their brackets. As complete darkness falls over your eyes, you hear the screeching of ancient hinges and the solid thud of doors slamming shut, one after another, into the distance.

 

[Queenie]

"Well, that went well," Esme's voice floats out of the darkness.

Strange mumblings are heard next, her friends understanding it's her casting a spell.

[sblock] Casting the Light Spell.

If it works: "So, we go after him now? Is everyone prepared? If so, let's find some of these torches and use them."

If not: "This is unnatural magical darkness. I have a daylight spell but it won't last long. We need to travel out of this blackness." [/sblock]

 

[Fenris]

"Well I guess that answers that" replies Ky in the darkness.

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Queenie, what did Esme cast her light spell on?


Esme's spell summons a bright, steady light, illuminating the large dining hall rather well, though the corners are cast into shadow. The smell of delicious food and savory ambrosias (Ky can attest to the quality of the eats) waft through the hall, and the crystal chandeliers sing softly above you as they settle from the wind.