"Sure, let's visit the Madame. If the girl's held out this long, she can hold out long enough for us to get our palms read or whatever it is she does."
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EDIT: Cross post. Real post I was going to post coming soon,.
The young nobleman sighs dramatically and takes one more longing look at his goblet before speaking again. "My father is -was- the Burgomaster of Barovia. But the Burgomaster is dead! His body lies these ten days in the mansion. My sister remains with him, barricaded there against the zombies." "The burgomaster's dead? That's a damn shame. So, where's the mansion? Either we'll save your sister or we'll avenge her death. Besides, maybe we'll be able to get something out of this deal." He finishes, a mumbled complaint hopefully not overheard by the nobleman.
The man tips back his goblet and holds it up inches from his mouth as the final drops of wine fall in. Then he slams it onto the table and wipes his mouth with his sleeve before answering, "I am, and good luck." "Good. So, do you have any aid to offer beyond well-wishes? Perhaps some information on your father's whereabouts?"
"Right. We want to know as much about all this as we can." "Anyway, I'll go talk to the burgomaster's son with you. Better than just standing here, in any case."
Garret steps back next to Phenia (how he did that in one step, who knows) and unleashes another burst of light on the zombies.
"People, we've got more coming!" Somewhere in the fog, another mote of light falls.
Garret steps back as another point of light drifts to the ground among the zombies.
Garret steps back and hurls his knife at the grub.
Garret raises his daggers and ice bursts from the ground, piercing the cloaker.
Mine's on my character sheet.
Garret lunges at the maggot.
Garret slashes at the nearest maggot, hoping to fend off any more attacks.
Garret kicks away from the monster that nearly enveloped him in a flash of light before crushing them in a field of force.
Blinding Flare: Crushing Sphere:
"I'll check out the building. Someone mind making sure that guy's dead?"
"Let's go see if anyone in this town's still alive."
"Certainly interesting. Did they seem unusual to you? Apart from being dead, of couse, which hardly counts." "You mean besides the zombies blowing up and the dogs clawing their way out of the ground? No, nothing at all."
Garret dashes forward and conjures forth spears of ice beneath the wight.
Unwilling to get back into melee just yet, Garret points his daggers and another mote of light falls to the ground behind the second dog...
Garret stabs the dog once again before backing away.
Garret dances out of the way with practiced ease, his blades glittering in the moonlight.
"Tinker, get back! I'll take care of this one!" Garret steps to the side and plunges his daggers into the dog's spine.
"Sorry!" You wonder what he's apologizing for when a small point of light begins drifting into the crowd of zombies...
Garret raises his dagger and a small point of light falls to the ground near the zombies. Then, a burst of light and the undead writhe in a close approximation of pain.
"Guess the dead are rising from their graves faster than I thought."
"Ominous. Might as well see what's on the other side." Garret follows behind Danea, his daggers in his hands.
"Well, this is impressive. Wonder who chopped their heads off."
"Yeah, that would be a good idea."
"Wait, that rune should be more like this..."
"So, any of you ever hear of the Vistani before? They're a group of traders, but in the same way I am, if you catch my meaning. They're the only ones who go far enough into the mountains to reach Barovia. The messenger was one of them."
"Ignoring his companion's words, Garret listens for useful gossip.
"So, just handing it out to the first bunch of travelers who might help? Alright." Garret picks up the letter and begins to read it, a smile slowly spreading across his face "Much wealth, offer all that might be had to thee, My good man, you've got yourself a deal. So, set off to Barovia in the morning?"
Alright. Spoiler: 25d20
You know the good thing about using a character you made earlier in the CB? You can just copy the information right into the alias. Anyway, I ended up being a light controller, since I ended up only getting Sorcerer powers that were area burst 1, so if we somehow get into a situation that I can't use a burst one on the enemies when none of them of being flanked, I won't be doing that much damage. Still, I can do 1d4+16 Radiant damage at will. Bring it on, Strahd. (It should be noted that I don't know a damn thing about Ravenloft beyond the whole "mists bring in rulers, who rule their nations while being tormented in semi-ironic ways" bit.)
"Hey, there's no reason to swim across. Even if you did get to the other side, the rest of us would still need to find a way across. Besides, there's got to be somewhere safer to cross close." "I say we go back to traveling by day. Better chance of someone on the other side seeing us, in any case."
"I say we head up river. There's got to be a way to cross the river somewhere."
"Yeah, I say we travel all night."
"I can't either, if that makes you feel any better." "So, anyone else here wake up with an odd feeling of divine protection?"
Garret stands up, not wearing his armor. "I'm ready to go."
Permission to take Lesser Orb of Electricity (Complete Arcane) as one of my first level spells? Really, I just want a first level spell I can sneak attack with... Also, my HP for this level:
Garret once again fires an arrow.
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