You have been with the Hanataz Troupe known as the Blue Veil for long enough to be accepted as one of them. For some of you this means your whole life, some of you it has been more recent but you have proven to be an asset to the troupe. Whatever your circumstances, you are now Hanataz-and will be for the rest of your life.]
The Hanataz...Wayfarers..."Carnivaliers." Road travelers with no homes save for the wagons, and no kin save for the troupe. It is the life of a vagabond. Many of the folk of the north believe your lives are cursed. Some say you bring ill fortune. Some say you carry a shadowed taint. In truth, many of you do..for when the Blood-Touch of the Abyssal, Fey, Elemental, Draconic, or others are detected in a child, the parents often give such children to the Hanataz. They do this to avoid having the children be ostracized, imprisoned or even killed by superstitious and fearful people in their hometowns. Some parents even do this if their child is a Half-Elf or has been stricken with a disease or affliction that disfigures or cripples them.
But, Even though the Hanataz are regarded with suspicion, your arrival on the outskirts of a town or village causes the locals to flock to your camps and see the shows you put on, which are called "Carnivalles." These events are popular among the common-folk, who come to watch your women dance, cheer your performances, and gasp at your freaks. All while they eat your spicy foods and drink your strong spirits.
Oftentimes, the “Townies” will bring their local champions and wager on them in wrestling matches against your stout-folk, or in contests of skill with bow and blade. Gambling is also common at Carnivalle, and there are always games of chance being run for those willing to place their bets. Lastly, and perhaps the most popular of all, the people come to hear the portents of their futures from your Seeress.
You never stay long in one location. Someone always blames you for a picked pocket, or starting a fight, or some evil happening that seemed to arrive with your coming. Most priests decry your arrival saying you bring immorality, debauchery, and drunkenness; that your women are whores, and your men thugs and thieves. And so , you travel…from the outskirts of one settlement to another. Never welcome in the town proper…but seemingly always greeted by those who would seek out your particular, and unique offerings.
It is the 5th day of Dezu’un. The last month of the year…in the annum named the Year of the Rogue Moon. In just three weeks, the month of Dezu’un will give way to Jazu’un and the new year. Soon after, the true cold of the northlands will come screaming like a banshee from the Icingraez and drive into the very bones of all who dwell in the Central and northern territories of the continent of Verdestia.
You will set a “hard camp” before then, likely within the vicinity of the city of Dragon’s Cross, and there will be no more traveling for nearly three months. Not until the first of Winterblooms push through the melting snows to spread their red petals…and flutter in the spring breezes like newborn butterflies.
As Dezu’un comes to a clost, Wintersdance will soon be celebrated in the Cities, towns, and villages of Verdestia- and indeed across most of the world of Zyathe. This festival begins on the 20th of Dezu’Un. Wintersdance is a time of great joy with many parties and much revelry…coupled with gift-giving and all manner of festivities. The celebration is long…extending to the first day of the new annum some two weeks later.
Some, however, do not welcome the arrival of the new year. There are whispers that the days that are coming will bring times of great evil. That the prophecies of the powerful sages speak of a time of great fears and horrors that rapidly approaches. [/ooc]
[ooc]Indeed, even the name of the coming annum is ominous. For it is called..the Year of Dark Dreams.
If the sages of old are to be believed, this year will bring great turmoil to the world, horrible wars, deadly plagues, and many, many, deaths. Some in the troupes say it is the “end of days” and that the Seeresses know it…but will not speak of it. These fears lie upon you as shadows in your minds-with the unalterable fact that time is moving slowly forward towards the inevitable. Whatever it may be.
You have more immediate concerns, however, the Carnivalle is soon to begin. You have arrived outside the town of Nevermore. Your group, known affectionately and sometimes with exasperated sarcasm as the Zatis, or “Helpers” in the common tongue, are capable enough to assist directly with the Carnivalle. Borag and Calnasse have chosen you to escourt them into town while they negotiate the terms of the Carnivalle with the local council.
”Alright Zatis, listen good. These Nevermore folks have been good to us in the past, but like all places we visit not all of us are welcomed. Keep to yourselves and try not to cause any trouble. If forced to fight try to use your fists or what you can to knock out your opponent, but don’t kill them. We will only be here one night. We are going to stay at the Hall of Joyful Celebrations, a temple of sorts to Fuffan and Buffahn (The joylord and the lord concoctor). The priest owes us a favor, but do not interrupt their rituals or feasts. We have audience with the town council tomorrow, then we go back to the troupe and set up the Carnivalle. During the audience you will be posted outside watching the horses and our wagon. Any questions? Ask them now don’t be shy. ” Borag looks you all over as he speaks. He is more serious this time than you has been with you in the past, and you know being chosen for this duty is a big deal.
Sam knows he's not a good brawler, so he hopes he doesn't get involved in a brawl. He could potentially use some of his special abilities, but that would surely lead to accusations of witchcraft, demon worship and even worse. Folks fear what they don't know and, most of all, they hate to lose a fight with a Hanataz.
When asked about questions, he just says what he had in mind for a few minutes.
"Is it usual that someone tries to steal the horses or sneak into the wagon? Should we expect trouble?" He keeps his breath while waiting for an answer, hoping that he doesn't have to choose between his live and the Blue Veil reputation.
Ghost listened to the instructions before nodding, he then took to signing out.
Celebrations and drinking spread. What if we are asked to participate? Also, what is the priest's name? He directed his mental focus to Borag.
"And what if they don't want us here?" Rooks asks, always the pessimist.
"What'll we do then? Winter is coming and all."
The girl stands tall, even among the men of the Zatis. She is wearing her usual loose dress, which somewhat succeeds in hiding her size, dyed as dark as the birds around her.
Rooks doesn't picture herself as much of a guard - too shy for that. But she know her size alone might keep some men from trying anything stupid.
Ichabod steps around Rooks trying to not get lost in the shuffle. He was almost late for the meeting as he adjusted and oiled his newly modified "Stink mech", but made it in time to know the jest of it.
"T'will be fun to nose about and see what this towns all about".
He then adjusted a few of the vials of colored snake oil he had in a bandolier across his shoulder, and waited to depart.
He then lays a stubby finger alongside his nose, and tries to recall anything he might recall about the town.
History
Borag smiles at you all. You are all excited, yes? Don't worry little Rooks you are most welcome with my friend, Father Zyas. Borag says and looks at Ghost when he says the name. Participation in the feasts will be fine if they offer, but they also appreciate the hard work that comes from preparing such a feast so I would offer help in that regard if you plan on enjoying their feast.
Borag looks solemnly at Sammy. No, that sort of thing is not common. At least it wasn't. We have heard rumors lately of foul things happening and best we keep to ourselves while here as much as possible and watch our own.
Borag leads the way through the city. You get stares from people and children clap and jump up and down pointing with excitement knowing that your arrival in town marks the start of Carnivalle and Winterfeast.
Father Zyas greets you. He is a balding Dwarf with a very round belly and a wide smile. He gives Borag a big hug and puts a goblet of a strong smelling spirit in his hand.
Welcome Friends! Hanataz! Carnivalle! Fuffan be praised!
Indeed, Father Zyas. Tell us, there must still be some preparations underway before the evening really begins. How might we be of assistance? Ghost tilted his head towards the dwarf.
As they travel through the city, Sam smiles at the people. They want to give a good first impression, after all. However, his mind is somewhere else - night after night, his dreams haunt him longer and clearer. What could be the meaning of this? He doesn't know, and though he wants to find out, he has more urgent things to do right away.
He shakes off his thoughts and greets Father Zyas with a short "Hello". Ghost takes the lead, asking what they're supposed to do, so Sam pays full attention to the following answer.
"Oh! Yes! Old Friends arriving, Carnivalle starting, Winterfeast! So many things to celebrate! But I couldn't possibly ask you to assist having just arrived after a long journey...Please come in and make yourself at home."
As you come into this long ranch style dwelling, you see that it is well maintained and there is a large concentration here of haflings and soflings working. The smell of brewing spirits is strong.
"You all have accommodations down below." Father Zyas says and Borag gives his thanks and leads the party to the cellar.
Suddenly, Sam sees himself in the very same position he was afraid of. The cleric, if he's really a cleric, wants something, and he wants it from them, Sam and his friends. What may he want? Sam doesn't know, but a few things cross his mind and he doesn't like any of them.
He puts on his serious face, ready for anything, and uses his elbow to warn whoever is beside him.
Ghost tilted his head toward Father Zyas, following closely and speaking telepathically to the Dwarf.
Father Zyas, do not be surprised. It is not hard to see there is something weighing upon your mind. We are guests under your care, yes. But strangers to others. If there is a task that we could help with to ease our arrival, you need not hide it. Nor even voice your concerns aloud, but I would hear them.
When you're using this trait to speak telepathically to a creature, you can use your action to give that creature the ability to speak telepathically with you for 1 hour or until you end this effect as an action. To use this ability, the creature must be able to see you and must be within this trait's range. You can give this ability to only one creature at a time; giving it to a creature takes it away from another creature who has it.
For the moment Woyzeck just vacantly stares into some middle distance.
Father Zyas looks shocked for a moment. Then he speaks out loud, and telepathically to Ghost. "Well I suppose when you asked if you could be of assistance I just recalled that Brother Liam has not returned from the market. I expected him back before you got here. I'd go look for him, but its getting dark soon and odd things have been occurring lately. But, since you asked perhaps you wouldn't mind escorting me to the market to find him? If we don't get his supplies tonight's feast will be lacking that is for sure."
Before any of you can answer Borag volunteers your help. "Of course my Zatis can help you Father. Ghost, Woyzeck, Sam, Rooks and Ichabod. See to it that Father Zyas is well looked after. I will get things settled here."
Ghost nodded his head and began signing to the others.
Well, you heard Borag. We follow Zyas and help him now.
"Ok,sure." Rooks mutters. Not that she even considered having another option since this was Borag's order.
"Umm, what kinds of odd things have been occurring, exactly?" she then asks hesitantly, feeling a bit uncomfortable by the dwarf's comment.
And speaking of odd things, why is that halfling looking at her? She tires to catch him looking and wave, but seems like the halfling always turns away just before she would meet his eyes.
So, they're here to do what Borag says, and he said they must help the cleric. That, however, doesn't make Sam any less worried. He knows there's something they're not being told about, and that keeps him wary.
Maybe, he thinks, when the priest is alone with them the truth will be revealed. Sam braces his shield and nods, indicating he's ready to go.
Follow Zy-ass. Help him, says the slower strongman. Okay.
"Aw, well I probably shouldn't wary ye lass. A few people gone missing is all. Some say they ran off from their debts, but some say they saw dem wit dark cloaks take 'em. Wintersfeast brings all sorts from all over. Most are good folk like the, but others...I pray for." Father Zyas answers and gets his cloak and walking stick on. "Some kids say they seen dem mushroom folk in the forest too. They normally do no harm though."
It is getting to be Eventine, just after Sulset and people are walking home. Some greet Father Zyas as you walk, but most keep to themselves.
"Lets check the marketplace first. Its this way" Father Zyas says as he leads you up a cobblestone road. You hear occasional gallops of horses as they pass by. A few constables making rounds. There is the smell of charbroiled meats and sweet spirits.
Ich tugs on Woyzeck's cloak.
"Hey! Do you see that guy over there? He seems to be taking an interest in our group for some reason. Don't know that I've ever seen him".
He begins to walk towards the alley.
"What say we have a little conversation with him"?
Ghost glanced at Ichabod, signing
Are we to speak to all who look at us askance, Ichabod? We are quite an unusual group and he seems as though he does not want our attention. We are here to escort Father Zyas. Let the man be.
Woyzeck shuffles along after Ichabod... he really doesn't understand (or care) about the person Ichabod is talking about. He just knows that Ichabod wants him to follow.
Sam looks divided... Indeed, a lot of people are starting at them, although that one seemed specially interested. But if they pay attention to everyone, they'll miss at their assignment.
He finally decides to let the rest do as they feel, and not interfere of someone wants to have a check at the stranger.
"He is probably a street urchin, please come along we must find Brother Liam before it is too late. " Father Zyas remarks looking through the crowd hoping to find Brother Liam. The streets are becoming more sparse, but no sign of Brother Liam in the market area.
As Icabod makes a move towards the alley the strange figure turns and walks deeper into the alley.
"Can you describe us Brother Liam, Father?" Sam asks, wanting to end with this nonsense as soon as possible.
"Is Brother Liam well-known in town? Would people know him if we asked if they've seen him?"
Well, if someone else asked, that is. Rooks isn't really the type to strike conversation with strangers. Otherwise, they'll just have to search the streets. At least the crowds are gone, so finding someone in particular should be easier.
There is truth in Ghost Nail's words - they are an odd-looking group and people tend to look at them. Still, this half-elf and the halfling from earlier make her feel watched in a different way than before.
" Yes, He is known in town. He is a halfling with a grey cloak and he wears a holy symbol around his neck much like mine/" He shows you his for reference. "I will be honest I did not think it was going to be this difficult, I expected to run into him by now. Well lets take a break and sip some o'my lastest brew." He takes out a flask and takes a swig and offers it to each of you.
The moment Father Zyas tells them about the grey cloak, Sam stampedes away like a bullet, seeking the alley where they saw the half-elf. He might be not a halfling, but that grey cloak now seems suspicios enough to be worth further investigation.
Oooh?, Woyzeck exclaims in surprise then barrels after him.
Chasie! Chasieeee!, he roars in excitement.
"Wait! We shouldn't...!" Rooks yells after Sammy Boy, but sees him and Woyzeck already sprinting into the alley.
"Damn!" She curses, and starts running after the others.
"Oh?" Father Zyas simply states while standing in the middle of the road attempting to hand his flask to the party. "Do you see him? Hmm better take another sip then this is good ale." He meanders behind the party sipping his spirits.
*Edit I made a mistake on one Woyzeck's initial roll. Changing it rerolled all the dice. Instead of rewriting everything I just adjusted Woyzeck's roll.
Rooks 21
Woyzeck19
Ghost 17
?114+
?214
?312
Ichabod8+
Sammy8
Sammy runs into the alley after the suspicious half-elf. From the shadows a bolt comes his way. but it misses Sammy.
Round 1 Begins
Unable to stop he runs past Sammy, looking for a target but starts retching even as he does so...
Sammy and Woyzeck are about 10' ahead of everyone else. Rooks is next.
In the alley you can make the backside of the half-Elf going where the alley dead ends. From a dark corner a black cloaked figure with a crossbow has attempted to fire at Sammy. The alley is between 2 stone buildings there is about 10' between the two buildings and stretches for about 50'. The building on the left only continues for about 35'. The Building on the right continues about 45'. Another row of buildings on the other-side are stacked relatively parallel, but staggered creating an another alley way to the left and right once you reach the end of this one. The building on the left is a fish monger and some old fish bones are left in this alley for the local cats. The building on the right is some sort of pulp mill.
Ichabod rushes forward as fast as his little legs will let him.
Crossbow
Crossbow (Maybe?)
point of the bolt.
Just in case the 20 counts.
Rooks dashes forward, drawing her weapons as she goes. But as soon as she presses herself against the wall to better analyse the situation. Dark alley and an ambush. How typical. Precisely why she didn't like it the cities.
"Trouble! I knew it..." she mutters.
Round 1
Rooks 21 Moves, is against wall
Woyzeck19
Ghost 17
?114+
?214
?312
Ichabod8+ Gets a critical hit on the man with the crossbow
Sammy8
We're being attacked in a city?! They must truly hate us. Ghost thought to himself as he moved forward into the alleyway.
"The radiance burn you!"
Woyzeck charges down the crossbowman and gets right up in his face...
Round 1
Rooks 21 Moves, is against wall
Woyzeck19 moves into melee with crossbowman
Ghost 17 Sacred Flame on Crossbowman
?114+ "Some ones coming! They are attacking!"
?214 A Fay'Aree appears pulling away a cloak that had concealed her and a small halfling fitting Brother Liam's description.She holds a bit of lard in her hand and black goo drips from her hands as she waves them around.
?312 Drinks a potion of unknown origin and runs very fast
Ichabod8+ Gets a critical hit on the man with the crossbow, in addition to damage taken is now laying dead.
Sammy8 Move and fire crossbow at running Half-Elf and gets him at the base of the skull dropping him instantly.
Round 2
People in the town are taking notice and you are hearing cries for help. Father Zyas catches up. "Brother Liam! Was that him? What in the name of buffahn is going on!" He exclaims
Rooks 21
Woyzeck 19
Ghost 17
?114+ Dead
?214
?312 Dead
Ichabod8+
Sammy8
"Hey, Borag said no killing!" Rooks cries out, more afraid of the Bravda's disapproval than the dangers of the combat.
Well, the milk has already spilled, no point worrying about it now. Rooks doesn't know what kind of tricks the Fay'Aree used to disappear, but most likely he is still there somewhere. She starts approaching the enemy's last location, going around the puddle of grease. Once closer, she seeks any telltale signs of the enemy, sounds of breathing or footsteps or drops of goo from the spellcasting component.
Once she thinks she has figured out the enemy's location, she swings her staff in a wide arc, followed by a blunt-end strike of her axe. Hardly accurate, but she hopes to catch something with those wide strikes.
Yes, Father Zyas, I believe it was him! They took him to lure us... we weren't the initial aggressors. But we are outsiders here and I fear things have gotten out of hand! Ghost says, moving back to Father Zyas. We need to clear up any misunderstanding, quickly! he implores the cleric.
Round2
Rooks 21 Rooks misses with her weapons
Woyzeck 19 prone
Ghost 17 Talks to Father Zyas . Father Zyas activates a small stone from his pocket. "They are getting away with brother Liam I can see him. That Fay'Aree!"
?114+ Dead
?214 invisible
?312 Dead
Ichabod8+
Sammy8
Ichabod shrugs at the bloodshed.
Humph. They started it".
Then runs towards the action as fast as his little legs will carry him.
Round 2
Rooks 21 Rooks misses with her weapons Brother Liam looked unconcious/semi-concious
Woyzeck 19 prone
Ghost 17 Talks to Father Zyas . Father Zyas activates a small stone from his pocket. "They are getting away with brother Liam I can see him. That Fay'Aree!"
?114+ Dead
?214 invisible
?312 Dead
Ichabod8+ Runs towards direction Father Zyas points too.
Sammy8
The man-giant tries to get to his feet, confused as hell.
And moves to Father Zy-ass...
And falls over, again confused... he is retching and dry heaving as if he's trying to be violently ill.
