Act I: Inauspicious Start

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Jul 28, 2016 2:17 pm
If this Madame Eva has the answer to this scourge, then consider my magicks at your disposal. Weiryn replies. My mission is to aid you and your companions however I might. I do recommend that we take a moment to rest, though. Getting this far into the village was a challenge, and I would like to have all of the power I can muster at my command before we venture deeper in.

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Jul 28, 2016 2:29 pm
Ashlyn uses a second Lay on Hand to heal herself as she makes her way to the tavern.

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OOC:
It just occurred to me, Kayleigh meant to correct you when you said she was lending you her sword, as Kayleigh fights with an axe, not a sword... She wasn't warning you about Ashlyn's axe or something, as Ashlyn does not have any axe.

Rolls

Lay on hand - (2d6)

(66) = 12

Jul 30, 2016 2:43 pm
As you enter The Blood on the Vine Tavern, you can make a a Perception check.

A mutter of voices, a clatter of dish ware, and the squeal of a poorly played instrument usher from this gambling building. A sign hanging precariously askew reads "Blood on the Vine Tavern." A thin skein of smoke curls up from a wide chimney. Inside, you see scores of refugees, packing every available square inches. A few individuals stand out of the crowd however. To one table are sitting two Vistani playing cards, keeping to themselves and staying away from the other refugees... staying away as much as possible in an inn full of people... Another man is at the bar, wearing which could pass for a noble outfit if it was not dirty and stained. He is slowly sipping a glass of wine and looks sullen.
The innkeeper looks at you and nods to acknowledge your return as he is quite busy, then looks up, again, and his face grows pale when he notices Kuroi... "L-lady Ashlyn... have you brought in the flying demon in?"

Ashlyn responds. "Oh no, no, no. Those are the kind people who helped me repel the undead who broke through the barriers, beside, if you look closely, you will notice he has no wings..."
She then turns to you. "I'm sorry, with all that's been happening, I forgot to mention you we've been sighting this strange flying demon recently. He's been encircling the town square, never approaching. I've never got a good look at it myself as he seemed to always come near when Thendrick and Mathilda were on duty, but I hear he's been roosting somewhere to the south of here..."

After hearing the undead were cleared. The innkeeper turns to a few refugees, including the two Vistani. "Hey, you heard? The undead have been cleared, so now go outside and repair those barricades!"

Kuroi will then turn to you. "I will go help fix the barricades as well, it seems I make people uncomfortable here, and if they seem me helping, it might help them fear me less. Besides, I'd also like to keep an eye out for more zombies while there are civilians out there fixing the barricades..."

Kayleigh will chime in "I'll come with you. I'm no Lightbringer and I feel you'll be discussing Lightbringer business and I do not want to intrude. Two pair of eyes will be better than one, and besides, there are also the remains of the undead we need to clear out of the town square..."

With this Kuroi and Kayleigh step outside.
OOC:
Okay, this will take care of the absent players. :D

Rolls

Kuroi's Perception - (1d20+14)

(15) + 14 = 29

Kayleigh's Perception - (1d20+7)

(9) + 7 = 16

Jul 30, 2016 4:08 pm
Weiryn's eyes adjust to the dim light of the tavern a few seconds after he enters. He steps to the side up to the side to allow the others to enter as he takes in the room.

A lot of scared and angry people here. One wrong move, and there could be a massacre... he thinks as he adjusts his cloak and displays his holy symbol from it's chain around his neck.

A flying demon? Well, if it will appease the crowd, I can definitely vouch for Ujjaya...his appearance is frightening, but he has a heart as pure as any I've ever seen. And I've yet to meet the fiend that worships Pharasma. I would like to hear more about this flying demon, if you have the time.
OOC:
THAT'S what I'm talking about!
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Rolls

Perception - (1d20+8)

(20) + 8 = 28

Jul 30, 2016 4:33 pm
Ashlyn continues as you pass the barkeep and the man drinking wine at the bar. "Like I said, I haven't seen much of it. But what little I saw, he kind of looked like... a winged drow? If that makes any sense. The locals speak of old stories of such flying creatures that once nested in the Lygasa Hills, but were driven away long ago. They think those creatures might have came back... what was the name they used for them? Strigs? No, that's not it... stiks... Oh, yeah Strixes! Well, at any rate, he hasn't attacked anyone, yet..."
Jul 30, 2016 4:55 pm
"Winged Drow? As if they weren't frightening enough... Weiryn chuckles as he thinks back on strixes.
OOC:
Knowedge Planes? If not, lemme know what to roll...

Rolls

Knowledge Planes - (1d20+8)

(9) + 8 = 17

Jul 30, 2016 6:01 pm
OOC:
Wrong Knowledge. Roll me a Knowledge (local).
Overhearing your conversation as you pass him by, the man at the bar mutters out loud. "Meh, probably just another agent of that devil Strahd..."
You are not entirely sure if that was intended for you or if ha was simply speaking to himself out loud...

The barkeep approaces them mand and says. "Ismark, I think you've had enough to drink. Please, your bringing everyone down..."

To this the man exclaims. 'What!? The dead roams the streets, devouring our loved ones, and I'm the one bringing everyone down? We're all already dead, you just don't know it yet! I think that as the new burgomaster of a dead town, I am entitled to drink as much as I want... now pour me another glass, or just leave the bottle on the counter, either way is fine with me..."
Aug 1, 2016 2:38 am
OOC:
Nope. No local for me.
I must confess, even as learned as I am, I have never heard of strixes. However, if they are demons, there would be fewer people alive in this tavern. I've yet to see or hear of the demon today would pass up an opportunity such as this.

Weiryn turns to the drunk burgomaster. Strahd?
Aug 1, 2016 2:46 am
Rolling to see if I know strixes

Rolls

Knowledge local - (1d20+6)

(17) + 6 = 23

Aug 1, 2016 3:34 am
@ Kaos: Roland will remember that Strixes are insular humanoids who ferociously defend their mountains homes. While they tend to have a strong dislike of the other humanoid races, they're not exactly the type to launch some sort of attack or incursion as they just prefer to be left alone in their homes... The fact that there is one of their numbers in this village is very odd indeed...

@ irvanovich: The man turns to you. "Yes, Strahd. The master of the castle and the scourge of this land. A monster of significant power... But where are my manners... I am Ismark, the Lesser. My father is—was—Kolyan Indirovich, the burgomaster of Barovia. But the burgomaster is dead! His body lies these ten days and more in the mansion. My sister remains with him, barricaded there against the zombies."
Aug 1, 2016 12:15 pm
A pleasure, burgomaster. I am Weiryn, a faithful follower of the Lady of Graves and member of the Lightbringers. Weiryn's eyes sweep the room, taking in the health and well-being of those present with what remains of his Deathwatch. Once I have rested, i would be honored if you and the people of this village would allow me to lay the fallen to rest. Then, we can move along to the matter at hand: cleansing the undead scourge from your lands.
Aug 1, 2016 12:41 pm
Ujjaya looks around the tavern curiously, his gaze piercing even the darkest corners. When Weiryn points him out to Ashlyn he bows to the lady in his monkish fashion, and gives her the customary Lightbringer greeting adding his own personal blessing, "Suffer no false life, sister. Om shanti, shanti, shanti." He studies both Ashlyn and the burgomaster. How could one spend an afternoon drinking as undead roam the streets freely? Ujjaya keeps his thoughts to himself and turns attention back to Ashlyn. "I was not sent as part of the response to your call for aid, but I am glad to have been of assistance. And will continue to lend what aid I can in stamping out the undead here. But there is another mystery that is my true purpose here. What do you know of werewolves in this area?"
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Rolls

Perception - (1d20+17)

(14) + 17 = 31

Aug 1, 2016 2:09 pm
@ Weiryn: Ismark will look oddly at you.. "Lay the dead to rest? And how do you suppose we do that when the plague began in the church? Danovich the priest used to ward the church and the village, but his vigil lapsed when his son Doru was slain by brigands on Old Svalich Road. No one knows what became of Danovich, but soon afterward, the zombies began to walk out from the church. If they aren’t stopped, we’ll all be dead in days. So honestly, I really don't see the point in laying the dead to rest... we'll be joining them soon enough..."

@ Jabes: Ashlyn will look a bit embarassed. "Not much I'm afraid. We have not encountered any and the werewolves are not what we came for. We came here for the undead plague. However, I also had another reason to come here. It is also my quest to find the legendary Sunsowrd. A mighty weapon against evil, especially undead, it is most potent against vampires. It fell out of histories long ago, but I’ve determined that it was last seen and used in these lands. The townspeople say that Madam Eva would know of the sword’s whereabouts if anyone does. I feel such a weapon belongs among the Lightbringers."
OOC:
Anyone else made that Perception check when entering the tavern?
Aug 1, 2016 2:23 pm
Roland will.

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+13)

(13) + 13 = 26

Aug 1, 2016 3:36 pm
Weiryn will stand in front of the burgomaster, resolute in stance. "Burgomaster, with respect...laying the fallen to rest cannot hurt our chances in purifying the land and ridding you of this scourge. There are rites and precautions that one can take to ensure that the souls of our dearly departed are rightly judged by Pharasma, and not imprisoned in the abominations that walk your streets even now.

If, by my actions, I can reduce the scourge by even the smallest of amounts, then I feel as though I should at least make the attempt. A funeral rite performed before a pyre should prevent any who have fallen since the scourge began from suffering the cruel fate of undeath."
Placing a hand on the man's shoulder, Weiryn continues, "While you yet draw breath, there is hope. Do not fall to despair, burgomaster. You are the leader of this village, now. The people will look to you for strength."

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Aug 1, 2016 4:12 pm
Ismark snorts. "Bah, you think people haven't tried to curb the plague before? Two Lightbringers, undead hunters, went to investigate the church a few days ago. We haven’t heard from them since. I told them to talk to Madam Eva first—that woman is wiser than any of us. I am sorry friend, but I've heard this sort of talk before, most who have given me this sort of speech are dead now... or worse, walking the street trying to kill us... If you want to hear gullible optimism, then I suggest you go visit my sister in our mansion, to the south of here. Me, I will ever remain the realist."
Aug 1, 2016 4:24 pm
"Realist? More like 'pessimist' to me. So be it. Drown your sorrows in your cups." Turning to the others in the tavern, Weiryn speaks. "Should any of you wish to lay any loved ones to rest, offer prayers to Pharasma or any goodly deity of your choosing, or just in general speak with someone regarding what lies beyond, please feel free to approach me after I have finished speaking with Lady Ashlyn."
Aug 1, 2016 11:21 pm
Veroth, alerted to the din of battle, makes his way following the sounds. He flies between the buildings, just under roof height, wary about being a silhouette in the afternoon sky.

As he arrives at the site of the battle, he gains altitude and lands on a roof edge, short bow at the ready. His dark eyes twitch, searching the field of corpses for 'surviving' foes.

Rolls

Perception - (1d20)

(9) = 9

Aug 1, 2016 11:43 pm
When you arrive, the battle seems to be over. You notice that one of the barricades had been breached, and people are busy repairing it, you also notice two other people who stands out, adventurers perhaps. They are busy picking up corpses and throwing them on the other side of the barricades, outside of the perimeter.

Then someone notices you. "The winged demon! He's back!"
And people rush back inside, except the two adventurers who look up at you, drop the corpse they were carrying, and draw weapons. You notice one of them seems to be a crow-headed humanoid, and the other, a human woman who, despite looking like a competent combatant, is looking a rather pale and sickly right now. They do not move to attack, they seem to be waiting for you to make the first move.

As for those inside, while you are talking, suddenly people rush in a panic, screaming "The flying demon is back!".
Aug 2, 2016 12:08 am
The winged demon keeps a sideways eye on the two as he peruses the battle. He wears leather armor and carries a rapier and shortbow, and several odd pouches. A symbol dangles from a chord around his neck, half-moon and sun.

He takes in the corpses of the zombies and nods to himself. "Tengu, these people treating you okay? Are they trustworthy?" He cackles at the last, which sounds mostly like a frog croaking. He shuffles on his feet back and forth. "There are a few more living ones trapped in houses. I need help escorting them here, if it is safe. There are under my protection, though, and I tolerate no treachery, much as humans excel at it."

He stares at them with wide eyes suspicion, before saying the following: "I suffer no false life."
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