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Darrien keeps to the shadows near the walls of the halls, bow drawn and eyes trained in the direction he heard the prior noise.

slight noise, upstairs. We may have little time. Or, should quickly head that way. He whispers in as few words as he can to the others.

Sorry, I thought I made apost.

I'll keep my eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. He moves in, bow in one hand, blade in the other.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

I'm not great with locks. I could try, but, I don't have any tools either. Could always just kick it down. He says looking around.

Though, that's bound to cause a scene.

I'm better out in the woods and fields, but I can move quiet enough anywhere.. Though I'd prefer to do it at night, tonight or tomorrow, if breaking and entering will come up. As I'm not the most well liked by those who don't know me already. Daniel says, unsure whether to go to his room or not just yet.

I'm in.

here. I tried to make a post a while ago when we first encountered the city guards, but it got ate I think. Then, I wrote out a post before turning in for bed, I clicked submit... I, I thought I did. But I might have clicked preview and called it a day. sorry on that.

apologies for my radio silence.

wasn't getting updates.

Darrien listens intently, though stops to listen to their surroundings every so often. at one point, he mumbles to himself.
a sword of sunlight hmm...

At the end, he ponders silently for a time before saying.

If I had to guess. It would be Valliki. If not there, then... I don't know. I've heard strange tales. But... if there is even a glimmer of truth to this, or a glimmer of hope. I'll take the chance to be rid of him.

neat trick Darrien says before nodding in greeting.

Glad to see you and the others are still well. is all the words he spares her before finding a seat. Though he does give a raised eyebrow at Shandi's statement.

Darrien notices the light show, and frowns slightly. When the others mention it, he shrugs and starts heading towards the tent.

One think you will learn here, you should always be more wary. But... I think they are who we are looking for. And he tries to get a better look, just to be sure.

greetings all, Things are calming down now (sorry about being away, things never settled after they went crazy) So, I'm hoping to get back into the swing of PbP over the course of the coming week.

There's been a death in my family, just giving a heads up that I won't be available for a few days.

Darrien leads to troupe. He didn't like the roads much, he felt open and vulnerable. But, he knew them well. And At least, they provided safety from other dangers. He glances towards Sven at his remark of if the others home was anything like this land. He hoped not, for their sake. Otherwise, he remained silent, and kept near Ireena and Ismark.

I feel like toughening up my character may be best. So I'll be taking Resilient (con) I get the feeling con saves may be important, and a +1 to hit/damage I don't think will be as much a benefit.

I too planned to Multiclass, but that wouldn't be until after level 8 Probably. And I don't know how high we get in levels in this AP/Module. But 2 rogue/2 fighter are pretty great dips hah.

Warlock is a great dip for Sorcerers because you can cheese it by burning Warlock spells for sorcery points before a short rest.

Its also a fun dip for paladins, Hexblade paladins abound.

I've got to decide if I want to take another feat, or a simple +2.... hm. Resilient Is tempting. Round out my Con to a 16, and give me prof. in con saves... Actually sounds pretty good. But so does Peircer and skill expert.

Darrien will move to a window and look out, trusting Ismark with Ireena for the moment and then he will take a pot shot at the zombies as they are leaving.

attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
damage: 2d8 + 13 ⇒ (2, 8) + 13 = 23

Once he is with the others, he will say.

Whatever it is, it is nothing good.... If I had to wager, that was a welcoming party for you all.

Darrien follows behind quickly, and shoving Shurq aside if necessary and once he gets to Ireena's door, he doesn't stop and throws it open immediately and goes to enter.

The only thing on his mind the screams from his past.

Note, if its locked, he would try to kick it open.

Considering Darrien has "slept" on the roads, I'd argue he is fairly accustomed to sleeping in armor.

Darrien manages to grab his weapons before standing up and surveying the room. After a few long moments he calls out.

Ireena!? Ismark!?

Figure his turn would be standing up, picking up his bow and sword, and looking around. If he could, I'd move him to the door.

Darrien is also in the master bedroom, on the couch.

Darrien's eyes shoot open at the scream, then the shout. Instinctively, he grabs for his bow, only to remember it is resting at his head against the couch and goes to grab it and his blade.

Darrien relays what he knows of threats in the area to the others.

As such, I've never seen anyone else roaming the land around here at night. At least, not those of the living, or sane. He smiles slightly at the last comment.

A reason many people around here would question my sanity. As for payment, food and drink are more than enough for me Ismark. Or perhaps some extra arrows. I can survive fine on my own, but, good, well cooked food is hard to come by in the forests.

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As the night passes, Darrien will set up a small chair near the fire.

I can take first watch, then, I'll sleep upstairs. is the only comment he makes to the others.

Sorry, work is hitting that crazy time of the year here in the delivery services.

Darrien remains, as he has become the past couple years, ever silent throughout the events. Only speaking when spoken to, and only the minimum in those cases usually.

Later on, he looks to Ismark and Ireena.

If you feel it is needed, or even wanted, I will travel with you. You never know just what you may run into on the roads. Besides, I've not been out that way for a time.

At Shandi's question, Darrien grunts.

You'd be surprised how few bandits are actually in the lands here...

A good question, just what -would- Darrien know in regards to the local, ahem, inhabitants of the not so amiable kind?

Darrien barely manages to maintain his rage. His knuckles white from the grip on his bow. His only response to the man is narrowed eyes and a simmering silence. The only thing aiding his restraint was the constant mantra of to not spoil the ceremony. Once the man takes his leave, he answers Velspria's question in a single venomous word.

Strahd.

Darrien keeps his eyes on the move. He didn't plan on speaking, and likely wouldn't have the right things to say anyway. After placing the casket where he was directed, he simply steps back and blends into the background and keeps watch.

Darrien Narrows his eyes at the mention of the Devil.

So, you as well now? Curses. He seems to look to some far off place, perhaps even back into the past for several seconds. Losing all perception of the present. At Blaze's outburst, Darrien smiles despite himself. She had fire, that was good. He only wondered if it would withstand the cold.

He turns to Regard Blaze. The devil, No, worse than a Devil this Demon... Strahd... the "master" of this land, or so its said by some, comes for us all at some point. But soon, soon I will give him cause to fear the night he loves so much. as he speaks, you notice he grasps the hilt of his blade so tightly that his knuckles turn bone white.

After several moments of anger, he seems to register what Ireena had asked of him, he turns and looks to Ireena taking her hands in his in a comforting manner.
Of course... Had my father still been here, I doubt this would have been allowed to so easily happen. So it is the least I could do for not being here to aid you all.

Darrien gives a, slightly, more friendly nod to the strangers, and happily partakes when the food is brought out. It was one of the few comforts afford in this land.

Darrien will glance to Shandi.

I can't claim to know that much, but, my mother was someone like you. Though, they came here purposefully, or so I was told. But, as far as getting out... I've never heard of anyone leaving these lands. He gives a small shake of his head at the last comment.

Though, I cannot speak for Ismark and Ireena. He adds, looking to the two of them.

Upon entering, he pulled the hood of his cloak down, revealing his face. Shoulder length pitch black hair hangs half tended around his face and piercing green eyes scan the room immediately upon entering. His bow hangs a shoulder twist within distance, and a short blade and handaxe hang by the sides of his belt.

After entering and shutting the door, Darrien will Embrace the siblings one at a time with a smile.

I'm glad that you two are doing well, despite things. Beautiful as ever, Ireena. he says half jokingly, a small portion of the old Darrien breaking through among friends, such as they were. Though, his smile quickly faded, and the light in his eyes took on a shadow.

My condolences, I brought this, it isn't much, but I hope it can help in some small way. Of course, should you need something, feel free to ask. He hands the clean pelt to Ismark

Darrien then gives a nod to the others, his eyebrow raising when he properly assesses Blaze. He gives a nod of greetings, but says nothing to them. His eyes the only thing willing to divulge his thoughts. He didn't know any of them, and that clearly troubled him.

apologies, Working on promotion training at work, and I have to study and pass a course, so a lot of my time has gone towards that.

Darrien drew his thick cloak a little tighter around him. The chill of the night biting at his extremities. He lets out a heavy breath as he adjusts the pelt he brought with him. He pauses but momentarily before knocking on the door.

I've come to pay respects. Is the only terse remark he speaks.

yes. I'm fine with favored Foe staying concentration, however I'd prefer if it was separate from my spell concentration.

I also would be fine with favored foe not stacking with hunters mark, not that I will likely be using hunters mark much either way.

I had a question, I was wondering if you would be open to the rangers Favored Foe ability not taking up concentration? I'm fine if it functions like a concentration spell. (IE, if i get hit I need to roll to keep it) But I'd like to ask to have it be separate from spell concentration.

If not its fine, but 1d4, and eventually 1d6 damage once per round isn't worth concentration IMO.

And would something like a breastplate be reasonable in regards to armor?

I'm back home, so I'll be working on finishing up Darrien's sheet and getting into the gameplay.

Should I purchase any items, or just start with the listed kit from the class?

greetings and salutations!

Thanks for the chance to break the mist.

I've played TTRPGs for little over 10 years now, largely around pathfinder and Shadowrun, and collectively about 5 years on the boards. I work for UPS and have a dog (Malamute/husky mix for those who wish to know)

I live in the USA, EST time.

However, I'll be unable to post from later today to about Saturday/Sunday (24th/25th) due to a trip thats come up.

Here is my Ranger, mechanics wise. I'll fully flesh it out if selected.

Variant Human Ranger, with the outlander Background. Using the Revised Ranger(official)

ATM I have sharpshooter listed as his feat, but I'm debating between it, Alert, and Skill Expert.

Basic Synopsis is-

Darrien is the son of a local Barovian Forrester/hunstman Cedric and Aria, a cleric of Lliira, that came to the land to ease the suffering of its people. She was able to do that for a time, and while many found her strange, everyone enjoyed whenever she was around. Sadly, not more than a year ago, the eyes of dread fell upon the couple. The ending result was his father dead, and his mother presumed dead but missing entirely, no body, no blood, nothing. A significant driving event during this was Darrien's hesitation, largely due to fear, which he perceives as costing his father, and his mother, their lives. He has since taken up the mantle of his fathers self proclaimed title as Hunter of Shadows. Darrien had been more open and friendly as well, even happy go lucky. However after the incident he became more cold and much more serious in demeanor. For a time, He fell to despair, becoming a hermit and for lack of a better term, a bum. Anger/Hate brought him out of this pit of self pity. As such, he will have some fun diametrically opposed lines of thought. One being fulled by anger, the other fueled by hope.