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Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

"Our many thanks to you, brave soldiers. You'll hardly know we're here."

Sheva then jabs Galador, smiling wickedly.

"Come, oh mighty Chaste one! Perhaps we can find a tavern where you may preach the virtues of teetotalling to a mug of ale!"


Shadow's Status | Alodoan/Human Fighter 5 | AC 14 | HP 14/49| Vision | PP +3 | S=+6* | D=+1 | C=+4* | I=+ 2 | W=+ 0 | C =+2

"I just want a bed and a bath. Then we can figure out what to do next, namely finding out ho to get out of this crazy place. Seems little opportunity for coin and far too much opportunity for an unpleasant death".


AC12 |HP 38/[38]| Str+4 Int+0 Wis-1 Dex+3 Con+2 Cha+4|Init + 1|Passive Perception 12|Bardic Insp 1/[2] Inspiration? [N] HD 5/5 Human Bard/5 College of Valor

I second your desire for a bed and bath, as well as your observation about making coin. I curse the whore who stole my armour so that all I have now is leathers. I need to get some better stuff but thats not going to happen without gold.


December 26th Update

"Bluewater inn's your best bet." one guard answers. "And make sure you stay respectable."

The party moves on passing a large stockyard that has several lacked sheds along its periphery and lies adjacent to a roomy warehouse. A wooden sign above the front gate reads "Arasek Stockyard".

Parked at the south end of the stockyard is a sturdy carnival wagon, its colorful paint peeling off. Faded lettering on its sides spells out the words "Rictavio's Carnival of Wonders." A heavy padlock secures the back door.

continue or detour?


Human Cleric 5

Casdin notes the carnival but continues towards the inn.


Sorcerer (Gold Dragon) 6 | AC: 16 | Init: +3 | HP: 44/44 | SP: 6/6 | Saves: Str -1, Dex +3, Con +5, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +7 | Per: 13

Vasilios is in a bad mood, and thinks they've had enough bad encounters for the day, so he continues towards the Inn. They might have a look at the carnival later, if they wish.


Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

Sheva stares out into the distance for a moment as if she's looking at something only she can see.

"The carnival can wait. First rest, and other business. She's waiting for me."

Liberty's Edge

Init:+0 Perc: +4 | Insp = Yes! Human Artificer 2| AC:17 | HP: 19/19 | 1st: 2/2 2nd: 0/0 |

Galador nods at Sheva's statement, knowing what she means. Taking note of the other's wandering eyes, he says, "Aye. Let us have the first safe night's rest to be had in such a blasted place as this, afore we go a'courting any more disaster. With a rested head and full belly, methinks that other, equally promising opportunities will present itself.

Indeed, we seem to have no scarcity of troubles in these lands!" He takes another pull on his ever-full wine jug absentmindedly, trying to forget his ignoble defeat mere hours afore.


Shadow's Status | Alodoan/Human Fighter 5 | AC 14 | HP 14/49| Vision | PP +3 | S=+6* | D=+1 | C=+4* | I=+ 2 | W=+ 0 | C =+2

Victor will nod assent and continue along with his new allies, checking is coin pouch at his ever dwindling supply.


December 26th Update

Bound and determined to get at least one good night's sleep before this damned place kills them, the party moves onward.

As you walk on, you notice something peculiar. There are remnents of festivities and celebrations everywhere, decorating the roads, the trees, and the bannisters of the homes and shops. You also notice that while some appear fresh, there are those which appear much old, worn, and dirty.

Eventually, you do happen upon a building, a sign proudly declaring it the Blue Water Inn. Gray smoke issues from the chimney of this large, two-story wooden building with a stone foundation and sagging tile roof, upon which several ravens have perched. A painted wooden sign hanging above the main entrance depicts a blue waterfall.


Sorcerer (Gold Dragon) 6 | AC: 16 | Init: +3 | HP: 44/44 | SP: 6/6 | Saves: Str -1, Dex +3, Con +5, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +7 | Per: 13

Vasilios is about to enter but, at the very last moment, he turns to his friends.

-Um... Friends, in case we find something odd inside... we should probably not make a situation of it, at least for now... or so I guess.


Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

Sheva replies to Vasilios,

"Agreed. If it's odd now, it'll still be odd after we've had some rest, right?"

"The carnival wagon, the decorations, it reminds me of that time we encountered that circus. The one where the clowns were all Sahuagins or Deep Ones or whatever they call themselves now and they were trying to summon one of their old gods."

"Simpler times."


Human Cleric 5

"Who is still injured? I have some more healing magic I can use."

Since we levelled, I get some more spell slots, but I can't memorize more spells yet.


Shadow's Status | Alodoan/Human Fighter 5 | AC 14 | HP 14/49| Vision | PP +3 | S=+6* | D=+1 | C=+4* | I=+ 2 | W=+ 0 | C =+2

"I am uninjured Casdin and need but rest for my weary feet and grub for my rumbling belly".

Victor looks at Sheva, "You all have had some interesting tales it seems. Perhaps where I come from man's greatest enemy is only himself. And the occasional creature of course!"


AC12 |HP 38/[38]| Str+4 Int+0 Wis-1 Dex+3 Con+2 Cha+4|Init + 1|Passive Perception 12|Bardic Insp 1/[2] Inspiration? [N] HD 5/5 Human Bard/5 College of Valor

Raz just strides in as if he owned the place.

Innkeeper, he says loudly but not quite bellows, entering the main room, 5 rooms and beds, as well as a 5 hot meals and good ale, and if you've a tub here, a hot bath as well.


Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

Sheva responds to Victor as Raz charges by,

"My greatest enemy runs a bit deeper, I'm afraid. I have to go meet with her as soon as possible." she says with a hint of resignation as her eyes glow in the light.


Shadow's Status | Alodoan/Human Fighter 5 | AC 14 | HP 14/49| Vision | PP +3 | S=+6* | D=+1 | C=+4* | I=+ 2 | W=+ 0 | C =+2

Victor raises an eyebrow, "Is this something we can assist you with my dear?"


Human Cleric 5

"Man's greatest enemy is Pride."


Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

"Sure, know any good exorcists?" Sheva replies to Victor while she smiles slyly.

"Since you'll eventually know anyway, my magic is given to me by a demon that's lived in my head since I was a young girl." she continues.

"We made a deal some time back while I was locked away in a convent. I granted us freedom, she gave me all kinds of abilities, a little at a time."

She hoists up her strange lantern with the ever-burning green flame.

"As long as I keep this around, she's fairly harmless, aside from getting a few words in here and there. But right now she's waiting to meet with me. When I find a quiet, dark place she'll come out."


Shadow's Status | Alodoan/Human Fighter 5 | AC 14 | HP 14/49| Vision | PP +3 | S=+6* | D=+1 | C=+4* | I=+ 2 | W=+ 0 | C =+2

"So you must face this Demon alone?"


Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

"This is just business, between a Warlock and her patron."

"But thank you for your concern, my dear."


Sorcerer (Gold Dragon) 6 | AC: 16 | Init: +3 | HP: 44/44 | SP: 6/6 | Saves: Str -1, Dex +3, Con +5, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +7 | Per: 13

Vasilios knows too well about enemies inside. He's been running away from it for most of his life. Ironically, he had to come to this land of hatred and fear to find a way of discharging himself from the chains of his past deeds.

-Good luck with that, Sheva. See you in a while?


Human Cleric 5

Casdin listens to Sheva's explanation without comment then heads into the inn.


December 26th Update

Gray smoke issues from the chimney of this large, two-story wooden building with a stone foundation and sagging tile roof, upon which several ravens have perched. A painted wooden sign hanging above the main entrance depicts a blue waterfall.

The innkeeper, a man by the name Urwin Martikov, gives you all an odd look as you strut, stumble, and drag yourselves through the front door, exhausted from the overnight march.

"5 silver a room." he says, at Razz's request. "All together...2 gold 5 silver for the rooms with basic meals. If you wanna eat fancy, I'll throw in a wolf steak for an extra 5 silver per plate. for ale, your hoices are Purple Grapemash No.3 for 3 cp, or Red Dragon Crush wine for 1 sp."

He sets down the mug he's currently cleaning. There's a few other people in the inn, drinking or eating, speaking in hushed conversations.

"You folks aren't from around here. What brings you?"


Sorcerer (Gold Dragon) 6 | AC: 16 | Init: +3 | HP: 44/44 | SP: 6/6 | Saves: Str -1, Dex +3, Con +5, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +7 | Per: 13

-This one's on me, guys.- Vasilios deposits 7 gold in the table. -A nice steak and wine for everyone, please.


Human Cleric 5

"mostly, we were walking through the night so we wouldn't have to sleep outside again."


AC12 |HP 38/[38]| Str+4 Int+0 Wis-1 Dex+3 Con+2 Cha+4|Init + 1|Passive Perception 12|Bardic Insp 1/[2] Inspiration? [N] HD 5/5 Human Bard/5 College of Valor

Happy to let another pay, he grasps his cup eagerly.

We need an income if we continue to live the life, Raz observes.

Liberty's Edge

Init:+0 Perc: +4 | Insp = Yes! Human Artificer 2| AC:17 | HP: 19/19 | 1st: 2/2 2nd: 0/0 |

"You are a scholar and a gentleman of the highest caliber, Vasilios! I take back at least HALF of the things I've said about you! Indeed, I'd say now that the incident with the halfling wagon-maker's wife was only three-quarters your fault!"

Galador takes out a heavy dagger and makes swift cuts into the wolf-steak. He lays thick slices of the fatty meat along trenchers of bread and chews lustily, following the hearty mixture with great draughts of the rich, red wine.

"Indeed, Casdin, though my pride is on the mend, my wounds are not entirely gone. If you could give unto me a small measure of Grace, I should be fit to carry the battle anew on the morrow!"

Sheva:

Later, when the fire has died low and people of the decent sort lay down for a well deserved rest, a lone master of battle pads softly down the hall. He lays another silver coin in front of the barkeep, and asks to borrow two cups of a better sort than the leathern jacks used earlier.

The spoils thus gained, two war-weary feet lightly step again.

Sheva hears a light knock on her door.


Sorcerer (Gold Dragon) 6 | AC: 16 | Init: +3 | HP: 44/44 | SP: 6/6 | Saves: Str -1, Dex +3, Con +5, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +7 | Per: 13

-For the last time, they weren't halflings. They were just too short.


Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

Sheva picks at the wolf steak and seems restless. Without warning, she grabs her lantern and darts out of the inn.

"I'll be back. Don't wait up." she hurriedly says.

She can be seen through the window holding the lantern in front of her, walking to a dark cluster of trees.

She appears to be talking to someone, though nobody's there. At one point, she throws her head back and her eyes glow brightly.

When it's done she enters the inn and goes upstairs without saying anything.

Sheva's Conversation:

She sees the woman again, clouded in shadows, carrying Sheva's lantern.

"I saw you earlier, out in the woods. But then the wolves."

"My̢ de͘á́ŕ̵͝.̢͢ Y̶o͢u̧ s͜h̶̵̕o҉̀ù͘l͏d̴͡ ̢h̢̢a̴̢͢v̴̡e͘ ̶̕l҉e͠t͜ ͜m̷͟͡e͠ ́͞l͏o̵̷os̨͠e̶ ̷o̴n̛͝ ̴t̛̛͞h̶͡e͜m̶̕͞.̕͞ ̵Ń̛o͠n̨͏̸eth͘el̨ę̕͜s̢s̀͟͜,̷̛́ ̷́às͜ ̨̢y͘óu͜͏ ̛͡s̴̨us̀͟p̷e͟c̨t̨́̀ed͟, I҉̴ ̴̛͠h̨͘a̶v͠e ̷͟m̵o̢r҉̸͞e͝ ̸̀g̢͝i̡͟͡f̧̨tş̵ ̛̀̀f͜͡o̵r ̵͡yo̸ư.̕͟͞"

"Ýou ̨͟ǵ̴̛ro̧͠w̡̛ s̶̴t͝҉͞ron̶͝g̨͠e̵̢r̀,҉ ̶mor̷̛é̵̢ ̧͜l̵͠i͞k̴͞e ̨m͘e̡.̸͞ ͢T̛́h̷̨ą̵t ͡p̀͏l̴͢e̶a͏s̶͞es̶͟ m̵̡e̶̕͢ ̷̨̢t͝ǫ̕͘ ̡̀ņ̵͜o ̧͝e̵n̕͝d.̸͟͜"

Sheva again feels the now-familiar ecstatic surge throughout her body as her magic changes and grows again.

"That was ... wow."

"Y̵̧̛o̶̡ú ́͞m̧͞͠i̴ģh̛͟t̢́͜ ̢t͡͏h̴҉͡i̡n̸͞k̷͢ ͏ý́o̴̢u҉͘ ҉͘h҉a̴̶͢t̷́e ͏m̛͟͝e͜,͏ ̶͜b̧u̷̢̧t̕͟ ̢we͞͡'̧͢͡r͘͡ę̨͠ ͘c̴̛lo͏s̷̛͘e̵͟r̴ thá͏̶n ̕͏҉y̴où̵ ̧̛ţ̸̴h̛͜i̵nk,̧ ͜͏m̧͝y̴ ̵l͏̷̨o̴͟v̸҉̀e̵.̸̸͟"

The woman hugs her and gives her a small peck on the cheek.

"M̴͏̵y ̨g̷o͟od͘͜ ̷͘g̨i̷r̷̸͞l̸͠͠.̡͝ ̨̛R͠҉un̕ ̧͞͝ą̛͡ļ͏o̧ng̛͢͠ ̨́n̛o͏w̨͏.̡ ̧W̷̛e'̴̡ļ̶͏l ́͘s͞p͜͞͏e͘a̢͏ḱ̶̕ ҉̛a̛ga̸í͢n̷ ͠͠s͞o̵ó͝͏n̛͏."

Sheva is holding the lantern again, feeling greatly conflicted. The woman is gone.

Galador:

Sheva quietly opens the door. Something is slightly different about her, but Galador can't place it.

"I guess they have room service here after all." she says with a playful smile, inviting him in.

Liberty's Edge

Init:+0 Perc: +4 | Insp = Yes! Human Artificer 2| AC:17 | HP: 19/19 | 1st: 2/2 2nd: 0/0 |

"And they were too short by half, which makes them half-LINGs! HA HA!" Galador bursts out gregariously. "Ah, but come come, we have neglected our fine host here. Yes, good Urwin, we are come here seeking refuge from the world at large, which has treated us so unfairly! We came here with promises of fair work! We all of us were told tales of woe, and maidens needing rescue, with fair effort given fair wages.

But alas! We were betrayed, and left adrift and berift. Not until this very moment have we known a span of peace.

Why? Know you aught of persons with gold to spend looking to employ those of some, shall we say, martial skill?"

Sheva:

As Sheva opens the door, she swears she can hear a song played, off in the distance.

A boyish grin splits Galador's face, and his are afire mischief. "So you wish to be serviced then? Aye, and gladly!" he answers, quickly stepping into the room, lightly brushing against her arm on the way in.

He's dressed in only his gambeson, the mid-arm and mid-thigh padded coat worn under his armor, but the laces are undone, so hints of lean arm and lithe leg can be glimpsed, and the open front shows his chest muscles, which sometimes bounce when he speaks.

Seeing no chairs in the sparse room, Galador places bottle and cups on the small night table and sits down on the bed. He fills both cups with generous portions of rich red wine and holds one out for her.

"Shall we sit and talk?" he asks.


Human Cleric 5

Casdin calls down the power of his god into Galador.

Cure Wounds as a 3rd level spell: 3d8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 3, 8) + 4 = 23


Sorcerer (Gold Dragon) 6 | AC: 16 | Init: +3 | HP: 44/44 | SP: 6/6 | Saves: Str -1, Dex +3, Con +5, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +7 | Per: 13

-Yes, it's our very first moment of peace in a good while, as my friend just said - Vasilios interrupts, -and even so he wants to spoil it by talking about work.


AC12 |HP 38/[38]| Str+4 Int+0 Wis-1 Dex+3 Con+2 Cha+4|Init + 1|Passive Perception 12|Bardic Insp 1/[2] Inspiration? [N] HD 5/5 Human Bard/5 College of Valor

How much gold did our nefarious benefactor at the start of this ride leave us


Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

Galador:

"Certainly, we can talk, or ... not talk." she smiles a bit wearily.

"I'm sorry, every time I meet with her ... it's intense. We don't discuss normal things like if it's going to rain tomorrow or how that duchess hid all those gnomes under her dress."

She rests her head on his shoulder and takes a sip of wine.

"I worry, as I get more powerful, as I ... like ... getting more powerful ... that she'll draw me closer, and I won't want to resist. And when the vampire got into my head, and ordered me to kill you, I couldn't fight him off because I wasn't strong enough, which has made me crave that power."

She pauses for several seconds.

"But no more of that tonight. Tell me what's on your mind -- REALLY on your mind. Not just the carefree scoundrel act you do in front of everyone that doesn't fool me for a second."

She closes her eyes and giggles softly, getting comfortable as she drinks more wine.


December 26th Update

He didn't give you any gold, he dropped a small bag to pay for drinks for everyone.

The bartender, Urwin Martikov is his name, smiles at the strange stories that escape these stranger's lips. And at the mention of needing work and apparent deeds of bravery, he motions you to lean closer.

"My supply o fwine is nearly gone, and the next shipment is overdue. I'll give you what you seek if you bring me my wine. The vineyard and winery is a few miles west of here. Just follow the Old Svalich Road and the signs."

At this point, those of you present at the time of the prophecy remember....something about the wizard of wines...something about a treasure to vanquish the evil from this land...

Good scene Galador and Sheva


Sorcerer (Gold Dragon) 6 | AC: 16 | Init: +3 | HP: 44/44 | SP: 6/6 | Saves: Str -1, Dex +3, Con +5, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +7 | Per: 13

Vasilios rolls his eyes as he remembers the prophecy, specially the part of ridding the land of evil. He secretly wishes there were no hags or wolves or anything to get rid of, and this blasted folk can keep their blasted treasure.

-Aaaalright... we might have a look at that... tomorrow.

He is not willing to let business or anything ruin his dinner.

Liberty's Edge

Init:+0 Perc: +4 | Insp = Yes! Human Artificer 2| AC:17 | HP: 19/19 | 1st: 2/2 2nd: 0/0 |

As Urwin speaks conspiratorially, Galador nods. "Mmm. What we seek is a roof under which we can lay our heads and not have to worry about fangs feasting upon our throats, and an ale-king with ready stocks of meat and wine. That is what we seek anon, and if you pledge to be such a stalwart, then aye, we shall play the good mother and look in on our wayward vinery.

Just as Vasilios said. On the morrow."

Priorities.

Sheva:

As the warlockess speaks of the unnatural source of her power, Galador takes a generous bolt of his own cup, though the act starts his head swimming. A bottle each at dinner, and now more besides. And, truth be told, 'twas heady stuff.
As she sat down, he placed his cup upon the table, freeing his hands. The near hand rested upon the black hair that now rested upon his shoulder, and the other landed softly, encouragingly, upon her knee.

He smiles and strokes her long hair softly. "I am here because I...worry about you. We've had many adventures, and seen more than our share of deeds, both good and fell. But this? This is an abyss beyond, at least, anything I've seen.

And, perhaps, I too am seeing things differently. Today, those hags...never have I come so close to death as with them. When they shut and bolted the door, I thought that was it. I thought of all the men I've crossed blades with, and how I could meet my ancestors STILL singing that I had not been bested in honest combat! O, I knew you all would force the door and avenge me, but even victory can not bring back the dead.

But now, given time to reflect, I...

...I have thought on how long we've been at each other's side, and...

...and all the things

that I no longer wish to see

left

undone."

He was still surprised at himself as his lips bent down for a kiss.


Shadow's Status | Alodoan/Human Fighter 5 | AC 14 | HP 14/49| Vision | PP +3 | S=+6* | D=+1 | C=+4* | I=+ 2 | W=+ 0 | C =+2

Victor remains silent, after all these were not his companions of a long time. Their stories not his stories. Soon it seems they will share many stories as there is little else to do based on the circumstances.

Before the food arrives Victor seeks answers from Urwin, "Urwin, can you tell me, what lands does this land connect to? I am also a traveler and a weary one at that. I will certainly aid you in your troubles but my main objective is to get home once more..."


Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

Galador:

Sheva returns Galador's kiss with a smile.

"Mmmmm... Took you long enough. Next time don't wait until you almost die." she giggles.

She locks her arms around his neck and pulls him close.

She whispers with heavy breath, "Tomorrow we fight on, maybe we even ..."

"... but right now we live ... "

"..."

Liberty's Edge

Init:+0 Perc: +4 | Insp = Yes! Human Artificer 2| AC:17 | HP: 19/19 | 1st: 2/2 2nd: 0/0 |

Galador returns his attention back to the serious business of eating. The fare is good and the wine passable, so he does his duty and cleans his plate.

As the fire dies down, he spares a side-long glance at Sheva and fingers his coin purse. 'Why yes. I suppose I do have a silver coin looking for a purpose.'

I love it when I can close a circle. =)

Sheva:

A sudden rush of surprise and joy washes over Galador as his affections are returned, and in earnest. Finding his passion mirrored in a partner with both skill and affection, his own ardor rushes forward with the vigor of a charging lancer. The adrenaline and near-disaster of the day is heartily washed away in lustful catharsis.

After, Galador takes pause, a hand resting pleasantly on her bare waist, to regal her of his rescue of Ebba Alvasdotter from the lair of the frost giant.
Receiving a tale of her's in turn, he listens with only half an ear, just...watching her mouth move. 'Am I honestly this elated to be here, now? O, floozies I have known, though I always move on, soon bored with their inanities and self-centered outlook. But this? This one...is different.'

Quaffing the last of the wine and with sleep laying like a loadstone upon them both, he steals one last kiss. Then two, then three. And at last dresses and skulks silently back to his room, collapsing into a well-earned rest, a stupidly-happy grin forming on his lips.

He sleeps as long as this place will let him.


AC12 |HP 38/[38]| Str+4 Int+0 Wis-1 Dex+3 Con+2 Cha+4|Init + 1|Passive Perception 12|Bardic Insp 1/[2] Inspiration? [N] HD 5/5 Human Bard/5 College of Valor

Raz eats and drinks well before seeking a bath but gives the others his thoughts on the mercenary job.

I'm all for the work - gods above and below know well enough we need to make some coin here as well as get the lay of the land.


December 26th Update

Urwin looks at Victor with confusion, and then it dawns on him.

"My poor son, you are in Barovia. The only way any of us leave is through death. And even then....it is said our souls remain to be reborn in this cursed land once more, forever more."

He chuckles sadly.

"But as long as you stay here, I can promise you'll be as safe as any who pass through those doors."

It's technically almost noon. You guys have one level of exhaustion. ARe you leaving immediately, doing something to pass the time before you go to sleep? What's the plan?


Human Cleric 5

Considering that we walked through the night, I'm going to eat until I'm full, then go upstairs and sleep until tomorrow morning.

Casdin yawns but continues eating. He does pause, however, when he hears the name Barovia.

"I have never heard of the name Barovia before. What part of Toril is it in?"


Female Human Warlock 5 | AC 14 | Init +2 | HP 45/45 | Saves: STR +0 DEX +2 CON +5 INT +1 WIS +3 CHA +7 | Passive Perception 13 | Spell Slots 1/2

Sheva spends most of the day asleep, after all the previous events, plus patron meeting plus nightcap have caught up with her. She wanders around the inn as evening approaches to see if anybody else is awake so she can catch up on things and apologize for her abrupt disappearance.

Heavy decisions weigh on her, decisions that will likely leave her companions thinking she's even crazier than they suspected.

She finally settles in the tavern and chats with the bartender to find out the goings-on.


Shadow's Status | Alodoan/Human Fighter 5 | AC 14 | HP 14/49| Vision | PP +3 | S=+6* | D=+1 | C=+4* | I=+ 2 | W=+ 0 | C =+2

Victor looks at Casdin with an arched eyebrow, "Toril, where in the hells is Toril? I am from Alodoa".

---

Victor will also head up to sleep after eating.


AC12 |HP 38/[38]| Str+4 Int+0 Wis-1 Dex+3 Con+2 Cha+4|Init + 1|Passive Perception 12|Bardic Insp 1/[2] Inspiration? [N] HD 5/5 Human Bard/5 College of Valor

Barovia... maybe it's some weird part of the world... never heard of it either but they all speak common here.


Human Cleric 5

"Toril is the world on which Faerun, it's largest continent, resides. I wonder if we are on the fabled Abier, Toril's sister world?"


Sorcerer (Gold Dragon) 6 | AC: 16 | Init: +3 | HP: 44/44 | SP: 6/6 | Saves: Str -1, Dex +3, Con +5, Int -1, Wis +0, Cha +7 | Per: 13

-Can be how the locals name their region, and maybe it is known by a different name by the rest of the world.


December 26th Update

The party settles into conversation, sharing stories and tales, also conversing about the mysterious circumstances that leave them seemingly trapped in this land called Barovia. Strange times indeed.

Yet, thankfully the evening arrives, and the party moves to their respective rooms and go to bed.

You wake up feeling refreshed, a very welcome feeling after all your trials thus far. The five of you meet downstairs for breakfast: a simple meal of bread with some not-as-fresh veggies. The inn is sparse in the morning, but Urwin's friendly face is behind the counter, and quick to your call as he fills your drinks and brings out more food.

"Do you have any questions before setting out?" he asks.

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