Chapter 1: Into The Mists

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Aug 8, 2020 7:07 pm
OOC:
I'll allow that, Skip you can roll with advantage. It's Persuasion, but just roll one more.
Aug 8, 2020 7:15 pm
skip has completely mis read the situation with Kar’i’nas, and thinks he is trying to show him up. Skip isn’t great at reading social interactions

Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Aug 8, 2020 9:27 pm
The bartender looks at you and furrows his eyebrows, "Barovia? That’s an old, local myth. They say that it was a valley not too far from here that one day just...disappeared", he clicks his fingers as he says the last word, "I don’t know anyone named Kolyan. The reason for the distrust among the locals is that the man you spoke to is a Vistani, a travelling folk. Personally I find that most of them are friendly enough, they keep to themselves mostly but the ones that do swing by the tavern are usually quite a fun bunch. But a lot of the locals think they’re up to no good...misunderstood I reckon"
Aug 8, 2020 10:06 pm
"Vistani!?!" Skallagrim blurts, sending ale accross the table, he raises his voice as he stands
"we don't have enough new-comers around here?!?" he says, eyeing the Gith and the Teifling "I didn't see his... erm, it's... face, what by Bahamut's beard is a Vistani?"
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Aug 9, 2020 12:01 am
Lunora remains quiet while drinking her wine. The strange creature has a short temper. That will get you killed in our line of work. She turns her attention to the barkeep, listening to his explanation. "Some humans can be so small-minded and self-centered," she says earnestly, the irony of her statement seeming completely lost on her.
Aug 9, 2020 3:38 am
"Now, now. Lets not judge." As a person who looks like she crawled out of the nine hells, Morticia is desperately hoping that this group isn't going to judge.
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Aug 9, 2020 7:55 am
Skip looks to Kar’i’nas, "you look like you might know a thing or two ‘bout appearin’ ‘n disappearin’ places. Any ideas?"
The Gnome looks a little sheepish as the realisation that the Gith was actually helping him has dawned, and now he feels he ought to try and be pleasant and inclusive.
Aug 9, 2020 12:17 pm
This will definitely be an interesting group to travel with. We haven't even started yet and look what's happened. Cassian thinks to himself as he watches the outburst from the newcomer. Looking around at the others, Balian overhears Morticia's response. Indeed, seeing as how all of us were just literally served an invitation into who knows what, the least we can do is be civil. Especially since we may have to fight together.
Aug 10, 2020 12:06 pm
The Gith grins and replies, "Towns on the edge may drift from time to time, seeping through the cracks. That's a basic dark, cutter, but I'm no greybeard to sort whether this Barovia is one such place or not. This makes me doubly interested."

The githyanki pushes away from the bar and addresses Balian with a friendly laugh, "This is far from a tenar'i nest, but we can pound the steel into a single edge. Once you have concluded your meditations, let the willing join me in seeking out this k'ya that plagues the slave of Barovia."
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Aug 10, 2020 2:38 pm
"I've never heard of this valley.... and I've never seen it on no map." Skallagrimm says, assuming he's the one everyone is listening to "Believe you me, I never forget a map." he winks at the elf as he reaches across the table and picks up the gnome's tankard "But if there's a valley there... I'll find it" he boasts "I could track that Vistani thing with my eyes closed"
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Aug 10, 2020 4:56 pm
"Well, if we're going to help these people, we'd best be about it," Lunora says flatly. "We're losing the light."
Aug 10, 2020 5:11 pm
"might not be a bad thing to be comin’ up on a place in the dark" Remarks Skip.
Aug 10, 2020 7:46 pm
OOC:
Everyone good to move out?
Aug 10, 2020 8:51 pm
Skallagrimm finishes the gnome's ale and moves towards the door.
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Aug 10, 2020 9:24 pm
Balian nods his head in agreement at Kar'i'nas's statement. Well said... so be it, let us be off and into the unknown.
OOC:
All set to move on.
Aug 10, 2020 9:55 pm
The githyanki hefts his pack in a fluid motion. "Time to see this Barovia."
Aug 11, 2020 1:11 am
OOC:
Ready, willing, and able.
Aug 11, 2020 1:07 pm
You all exit the tavern together. The fog is if anything even thicker now, but the rain has at least subdued a little bit. You walk to the west towards the unknown, black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway. Giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist. The fog spills out of the forest to swallow up the road behind you as you walk for hours and hours.

Finally ahead, jutting from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road, are high stone buttresses looming gray in the fog. Huge iron gates hang on the stonework. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate, their heads now lying among the weeds at their feet. They greet you only with silence.

As you approach the gates the slowly start to swing open, screeching as the hinges move.

https://i.ibb.co/yfWVCMs/Gates-of-Barovia.jpg
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