Curse of Strahd 1- More like Dark Souls

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Tarron:
Tarron: ALANNAH Tarron: HYACINTHA
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MarthTrinity:
This campaign should be more like Dark Souls
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PoeCollector:
it's like skyrim with swords

Alise:
Nobody wants to play Skyrim

Alise:
Also you can't be a cute meido in Skyrim

PoeCollector:
u can with mods

PoeCollector:
https://staticdelivery.nexusmods.com/mods/110/images/40740-1-1377056564.jpg
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PoeCollector:
welcome home hunter
Thrice:
Out of all the maids in the world you choose the most anime one
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KisoMaid:
well one of the most anime ones

PoeCollector:
puttin that photobucket search engine to hard work
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Yin Maid:
90% of my maids come from Tirk

Alise:
It's Airi from Queen's Blade

Yin Maid:
i'd find a version of the image that's not heinous anus but I know what QB is and I'm not sure I want that evil on me

Alise:
The amount of image autism from this group yo

Yin Maid:
hey

Yin Maid:
you want me to interact with that for 32 sessions (D)

PoeCollector:
hey i dont care

PoeCollector:
any use of an image i didnt draw is a personal failing on my end
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Tarron:
you sure are

Tarron:
So are we even ready to go once Agi gets here

Tarron:
Can you add this into the properties: Spell Slots: 0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0

PoeCollector:
where did that go again
Agidius has connected.

Tarron:
after Hit Dice I guess

Tarron:
Hello...Agi...
Tarron: (( are you there tirk ))

PoeCollector:
There u r

PoeCollector:
Now we can FINALLY begin

Alise:
The true tabletops starts here.
Agidius:
aight just had to call the manager there
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Man with name:
shit. I didn't save my token from your server. I'll stat behind the scenes.

Alise:
I see it bugged you enough to make a new token

Alise:
lol
Tarron: (( I made it a while ago but yes it did. ))
Gillian: (( so are there two of you? ))
Tarron: (( you may as well stat agi ))

PoeCollector:
*Ahem* Anyway, let's not waste time: From where you are, you're currently on a task from Duchess Morwen of Daggerford to look out for mysterious visitors. Perhaps you are no strangers for Daggerford, having been here and perhaps coming to the town's defense on more than one occasion, and therefore count Lady Morwen as a friend and benefactor. This seems to be just another act of gratefulness for her prior invitation to dinner before you set off...or perhaps you're just really hungry for that reward money. Either way, it's just another easy mission in the pot.
Tarron: (( there are no scenes to be behind ))
Gillian: (( so we're stationed outside of Daggerford, as sentries? ))

PoeCollector:
Currently, you're camped out for the night, as apparently you got the butt end of the night shift, and things aren't exactly easy; A looming, creeping fog has overtaken the lands, and it's seemingly been this way for the entire day. Just looking at the fog for too long would almost drive you mad if you were men and women of less willpower.
Gillian: (( I see, gotcha ))

PoeCollector:
Yep, there are others tasked to this job, but they're a few acres away

Tarron:
If I must be honest I'm a bit wary of that dodgy fellow with the scythe over there

PoeCollector:
There's no music here so just have this

PoeCollector:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8LUCbRKIYM

Gillian:
Gillian stretches and rubs his eyes. "Man... that fog just keeps coming in! Sure makes it hard to actually 'look out' for anything..."

Tarron:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwUjAKL0HiE

Tarron:
us rn

Tarron:
why isn't that a spell

Tarron:
that's kickass

Gillian:
"It kind of gives me the creeps. Fog doesn't usually move like that, right?"

Alise:
"There's nothing to be concerned about, master. The fire should keep away most creatures out there."

Tarron:
"I do not know! The ways of the fog are ever so mystifying!"

Tarron:
that was on purpose OOC but not IC

Gillian:
"Ugh, that's no fun... how are we supposed to know if anyone's out there if they're just going to avoid us anyway?!"
Gillian: (( okay, that's creepy. ))
Gillian: (( @ the icicle fog ))
Gillian: (( it's like if fog was spiders. ))

Collector:
And so after a few moments. something happens...I'll let it happen once yall finish typing tho

Tarron:
"Such is the flaw of a campfire! It is not light only for us, but for others."

Alise:
"Well, I meant more along the lines of creatures and whatnot..." She glances over at Tarron, "Miss Tarron, please be cautious about being so close to the fire.."

Collector:
and also once i pull out my meat buns from the stove
Gillian: (( seems 1d8 is the best I can do with a shield. ))
Gillian: (( grabbing a longsword, I can two-hand that if I want. ))
Tarron: (( use a swarhd or something ))

Tarron:
or an OX
Gillian: (( You don't add strength and a half with two-handing, do ya? It just gets you access to that higher damage die? ))
Collector: (( if ur gonna do this why not just pull up the skype ))

Tarron:
Tarron conjures a luminescent, glowing hand and tickles the fire with it. "I am always careful!"

Collector:
Anyway, after a while you hear a loud "CLOPPA CLOPPA CLOPPA CLOPPA" coming off on the road from you're at...seemingly a good distance away from where you're at, and the sound just keeps getting stronger and stronger

Collector:
Perhaps you can intercept it if you head off to the road

Gillian:
"Ha! About time! There's not supposed to be anyone on horseback this time of night!"

Tarron:
"Horse...yes..."

Gillian:
"Come on, let's go check it out!"

Alise:
Set 1: 11 | 15 | 18 | 12 | 6 | 11 | Buy = 22 Set 2: 14 | 18 | 14 | 17 | 12 | 16 | Buy = 52 Set 3: 16 | 12 | 12 | 12 | 11 | 11 | Buy = 18

Alise:
Set 1: 8 | 14 | 13 | 17 | 12 | 12 | Buy = 23 Set 2: 10 | 10 | 15 | 10 | 15 | 12 | Buy = 16 Set 3: 17 | 11 | 14 | 11 | 11 | 10 | Buy = 21

Alise:
Set 1: 13 | 13 | 12 | 8 | 15 | 10 | Buy = 13 Set 2: 16 | 12 | 9 | 11 | 15 | 13 | Buy = 22 Set 3: 15 | 15 | 12 | 11 | 11 | 9 | Buy = 17

Tarron:
Set 1: 10 | 15 | 10 | 12 | 14 | 15 | Buy = 21 Set 2: 14 | 14 | 13 | 6 | 12 | 11 | Buy = 10 Set 3: 12 | 15 | 14 | 16 | 16 | 13 | Buy = 37

Alise:
Set 1: 12 | 12 | 11 | 17 | 14 | 17 | Buy = 36 Set 2: 8 | 15 | 5 | 10 | 12 | 9 | Buy = -2 Set 3: 14 | 14 | 9 | 8 | 11 | 9 | Buy = 7

Stanimir:
Off on the road is a mysterious man making a break for it on his horse, being closely followed with another individual on a horse, both of whom seem to be carrying enough cargo for a week long trip. But once you begin to stand in his way, his horse comes to a screeching halt. "Could....could you be...."

Gillian:
"Stop right there! State your name!"

Tarron:
"We could be!"

Gillian:
Gillian holds his lance out at the two horsefolk
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Stanimir:
"Hold your horses! Wait, no, that's my job! We have no interest in invading daggerford!"

Gillian:
damn it.
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Gillian:
Passed up a perfect HALT oppportunity

Gillian:
what with daggers

Stanimir:
The mysterious man gets off his steed. "Greetings. My name is Stanimir (for some reason they never gave a last name) and this is my daughter, Damia. Can I ask you what position you hold here?

Stanimir:
"

Gillian:
"We've been asked by Lady Morwen of Daggerford to watch out for any... mysterious visitors. And between your spontaneously appearing and disappearing clown horse - I'd call that pretty mysterious!"

Tarron:
"We are but humble sentries! Who are you?"

Stanimir:
"Don't worry. We have no wish to make enemies of Lady Morwen. If you can put your swords down, I have a story to tell all of you. First you listen, then we go."

Alise:
"Yes, we would like to know what business you have here at such an hour."

Tarron:
Tarron innocently looks up from the fire, still playing with it with the mage hand, "I have a dagger!"

Alise:
Alise's eyes scan over her teammates, "Um, my apologies, but none of us have any swords with which to put down."

Damia:
Damia doesn't really say much, she just sorta stares at you all while smirking and giggling to herself sometimes.

Damia:
Seems kinda malicious in a strange way.

Stanimir:
"All right, all I need is a good healthy fire; Much like the one you have behind you right now. May I?"

Gillian:
well this doesn't seem ominous at all.

Tarron:
"How does one speak through fire..."

Gillian:
Gillian stays on guard, suspicious. "You can tell your story, but then you should leave. Our orders are strict."

Stanimir:
"All right, now..."

Stanimir:
Stanmir fills his mouth with wine, then spits into the fire. The flames turn from ORANGE to GREEN. As they dance and sway, a dark shape appears in the bonfire's core.

Alise:
"They seem more than prepared for a lengthy journey...it makes me wonder why they can't build a fire on their own..."

Collector:
uuuh imagine some semi tribal drum music playing here i cant think of one offhand

Stanimir:
"We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten- a land of kings. Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now we wander the lost roads."

Stanimir:
The dark shape in the fire takes the form of a man being knocked from his horse, a spear piercing his side. Stanimir continues. "One night, a wounded soldier staggered into our camp and collapsed...

Stanimir:
We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who he was, he wouldn't say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was a prince, yet we didn't give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves."

Stanimir:
Deep in the bonfire, you see the dark figure standing with sword drawn, fighting off a host of shadowy shapes.

Stanimir:
"This man of royal blood fought to protect us, as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home, and he thanked us. He said, 'I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose, and know that you will always be safe here."'

Stanimir:
And then Stanimir's face becomes like a somber mask....

Stanimir:
"A curse has befallen our noble prince, turning him into a tyrant. We alone have the power to leave his domain. We've traveled far and wide to find heroes such as yourselves to end our dread lord's curse and put his troubled soul to rest. Our leader, Madam Eva, knows all....Would you kindly speak with her over in Barovia?"

Tarron:
"Heroes! I have only been called a heroine of the thread! What am I a hero of today?"

Alise:
"This could perhaps be a good opportunity for you, master."

Gillian:
"Er, I think you've misunderstood our position here - we're just lookouts, not really the hero type. Well, not yet, anyway. We can't just abandon our station for someone as suspicious as yourself!"

Tarron:
"We could, though!"

Alise:
"Well, not right this moment at least..."

Gillian:
"Maybe we could shirk off the shift on someone tomorrow. Don't really look forward to that conversation."

Gillian:
"Hey, so, you know how we were supposed to look out for suspicious people? Well, one came by last night. We're gonna go save his kingdom now. Seeya!"

Alise:
"I think being a hero might require a bit more of a time commitment than one day..."

Gillian:
"They'd be pissed."

Stanimir:
"Hmm, I see....if you are so committed to your current position, there is no way I can force you of course. But I'll have to travel elsewhere to find others as chosen by Madam Eva..."

Tarron:
"Why us? I am not capable of breaking curses!"

Gillian:
"You think?" @ Alise "I'll bet we could get it done in HALF that time if we weren't stuck here!"

Alise:
"That is...a bit peculiar...almost as if we were the first people you stumbled across..."

Damia:
Stanimir's daughter chuckles. "Any question you may have, Madam Eva has the answers you seek. That is all."

Tarron:
"If we save a kingdom, what can they say?"

Tarron:
"'Oh you left your post!' But we save a KINGDOM! They could give our kingdom money! It likes money, yes?"

Alise:
"Who's to say this isn't more than just story?"

Tarron:
"Stories are ever so more interesting than reality!"\

Stanimir:
"As my daughter has said; Any answers you need, Madame Eva has."

Gillian:
"So wait - she knows how many holes are in a polo? I'm in!"
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Stanimir:
"Great! We'll be off by....right now! Now hurry up, time is of the essence. We must make haste!"

Tarron:
"Oh! Yes! What is being the prince's name? That is important!"

Alise:
"Are you very sure of this, master..?"

Stanimir:
"Madam Eva, too, has the answers for the question you possess." It seems the Vistani here are completely adamant on using this reasoning to refuse to answer any of your questions.

Tarron:
"Ah...but why should she tell us, if she shall not tell you?"

Gillian:
"Not at all, but you're right - saving a kingdom is going to be a heck of a lot better mark on my record than manning this post! It's not like I can get in MORE trouble with my clan."

Stanimir:
"As I said, Madam Eva will have the answers you seek. "

Stanimir:
Stanimir heads towards his horse, motioning you to hop on. "Now, let's be off! This fog is getting quite thick..."

Gillian:
"Great, I'll ask her what the prince's name is for Tarron!"

Alise:
"If you insist master."

Gillian:
http://i.imgur.com/2rTS7hg.png

Tarron:
"Oogh...Horses..."

DMPSpook:
I got this.

Alise:
"O-..oh..I suppose I can keep up..." Alise starts jogging in place.

Stanimir:
"Hiyah!" Stanimir hurries it up, and the horses head into the thick of the fog.

Gillian:
no u ride

Stanimir:
After an hour of uneventful, the mists only get stronger and stronger. "What is this? It's almost as if this mist is getting....aggressive....We'll have to brave this one out..."

Stanimir:
*uneventful travel

Gillian:
GET ON THE HORSE.

Gillian:
*LIFTS YOU ONTO THE HORSE*

Tarron:
IT'S A FUCKING DIRE LION

Tarron:
PLORF GET ON THE HORSE

Tarron:
"Ah! It's in my hair!" which is probably flapping way behind me rn

Horse 2:
All of a sudden it turns out they were hiding a 3rd horse and u ride on that

Alise:
"Aggressive mist...? How does that work exactly...?" Alise ponders, her arms clinging around Gillian's waist.

Horse 2:
The mist takes on the shape of increasingly horrible images like beasts, demons, malformed screaming faces, and a donold trump speech as you speed on through it.

Horse 2:
And to cut things short, the mist just gets more and more dire until the horses just straight up fall over and you black out. -GAME OVER, BAD END 1-

Gillian:
"I don't know much about mist... but aggressive seems like the right word for it. It keeps on talking about walls!"

Madam Eva:
Anyway, you wake up but not really. You seem to be in a hazy state of mind....

Madam Eva:
All around you is a pitch white blank space with nothing more than an old lady sitting next to a table, her hands resting on a mysterious set of cards....

Tarron:
"Ah! We are in heaven! Brightness for all eternity!"

Madam Eva:
"Oh, hello travelers. It's not often I find willing customers on this plane. It appears the Tarokka deck is responding greatly to your presence...."
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The Retarded Child of Haze and Hendrix:
PICK ME!
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The Second Retarded Child of Haze and Hendrix:
No! I'm the best card!
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The Third Derpy Child of Hendrix and Haze:
STARFRUIT!

Tarron:
"Ah...but I see no ship??"

Alise:
"Master..where in the world are we..?"

Gillian:
"Wait - what? I don't know, last I remember I lost control of the horse...!"

Tarron:
"It fell over... Was not a good horse!"

Madam Eva:
"Where are you? Well, you appear to be in a world between dream and reality. Don't worry, it happens to the best of us."

Alise:
Alise glances over at Tarron, "Well it seems we're all together at the the very least..but that mysterious man and his daughter are nowhere to be seen..."

Gillian:
"I'll bet they're in cahoots. I don't have any money on me anymore."

Alise:
"Master..I don't believe you had any money to begin with..."

Tarron:
Tarron wiggles her fingers and toes, "So we are..asleep?? You are a dream?"

Madam Eva:
"The Tarokka deck foretold your coming here after all. And dont worry; For this occasion, I'm willing to give this reading at no charge."

Alise:
"You let me handle the finances, remember?"

Tarron:
"Ah! Free thing! Who can say no?"

Gillian:
"Right... of course." Gillian tries to hide his disappointment at the failed ruse.

Madam Eva:
The old lady shuffles around the deck in her hands, and splits it into two separate piles. "Oh I see...a great evil in your future. But worry not, this reading should be able to indicate just how to get out of your unfortunate fate...."

Madam Eva:
The Madam puts the cards into 5 positions, making a pseudo cross shape on the table.

Gillian:
"Wait, aren't we supposed to pick the cards?"

Madam Eva:
"Well, I already drew them for you, so you may as well dearie~"

Madam Eva:
Said cards are face-down of course

Tarron:
"Oho! A great evil, you are saying? And you will tell us how to triumph! But how can we fail if we are in a dream?"

Madam Eva:
"You'll just have to trust in me...and yourself....kehehehehe...."
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Madam Eva:
"For the first card drawing....this card tells of history. Knowledge of the ancient will help you better understand your enemy..."
Common: The Mercenary, The Necromancer, The Torturer High: The Mists, The Innocent

Madam Eva:
The first one is....The Mercenary....

Gillian:
"Our enemy? Whoa, hold on, I thought the guy was just sick!"

Tarron:
"No, no! Crazy! Not sick."

Alise:
"Well of course, every hero needs a villain, master."

Madam Eva:
"The thing you seek lies with the dead, under mountains of gold coins....."

Madam Eva:
Second is....The Necromancer

Tarron:
we're fucked

Tarron:
"Oohhh...that looks bad! Tell me more!"

Alise:
"Maybe it's not as bad as it sounds...""

Gillian:
"No, no, pick another one! I was okay with the dead staying dead!"

Madam Eva:
"A woman hangs above a roaring fire. Find her, and you will find the treasure."

Madam Eva:
Third is....The Torturer.

Tarron:
"O-oh..."

Gillian:
"These just keep getting worse!"

Madam Eva:
"There is a town where all is not well. There you will find a house of corruption, and within, a dark room full of still ghosts...."

Madam Eva:
"The three locations I just describe hold 3 special treasures that will help you succeed in your quest..."

Madam Eva:
"Now for the high deck...."
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Madam Eva:
"Now, for this reading....there will be one powerful ally who will help you on your quest. While it's not essential, finding this individual is sure to make your fight a much easier one..."

Madam Eva:
"You get....The Mists...."
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Tarron:
"A-are they aggressive?"

Mistral:
well okay

Alise:
"I'm fairly certan we already had the mist.."

Gillian:
"Should we go back and talk to it?"

Madam Eva:
"A Vistana wanders this land alone, searching for her mentor. She does not stay in one place for long. Seek her out at Saint Markovia's abbey, near the mists...." You'll probably know what this all means later on.

Madam Eva:
"The Vistana are my people, you dummy."

Gillian:
"I didn't say anything!"

Alise:
"But...nobody asked that..."

Madam Eva:
"You wanted to though."

Madam Eva:
"Trust me"

Madam Eva:
And finally, the final card will determine where the great devil lies within his abode....

Madam Eva:
*""

Madam Eva:
"You get....the Innocent"

Madam Eva:
"He dwells with the one whose blood sealed his doom, a brother of light snuffed out too soon."

Madam Eva:
So note this down for later

Madam Eva:
Common: The Mercenary, The Necromancer, The Torturer High: The Mists, The Innocent
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Madam Eva:
"Now that I've given you the answers you seek, it appears you are due to wake up soon...now arise, my children! Arise!....That's just a saying, you aren't really my children you snot-nosed brats."

Gillian:
"Wait! We had more questions! What the heck is his name?!"

Tarron:
"Ah...whose body is he in?"

Madam Eva:
"Keheheh....his name, my dear pretty...." She says as she begins to float up as you sink down into the depths of reality. "Is the Devil, Stra-" you wake up.

Alise:
"Master? Are you awake now?"

Alise:
She asks, prodding his arm.

Madam Eva:
You wake up spread out in the middle of a mysterious forest. Rolling thunderclouds cast a gray pall over the land, and you can hear the distant howling of wolves. The evergreen trees climb the sides of the mountains that enclose this valley.
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Tsukihiko2:
look at me

Madam Eva:
It appears the two not-gypsies that accompanied you are nowhere to be found now.
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Tsukihiko6:
;
Alise: (( GrA ))

Gillian:
"Yeah, I'm awake just fine - just regretting some decisions already. Was that real?"

Madam Eva:
It seems you are not in kansas anymore.

Alise:
"As far as I could tell, yes..."

Alise:
"Miss Tarron, are you alright as well?"

Tarron:
"Oooh.. It is so mysterious here! It is as if I am being within the pages of a book! Only colder..."

Tarron:
"A book left out in a storm, perhaps..."

Tarron:
"The ink, running off the pages...ah, my mind has tread somewhere dark.."

Gillian:
"...also, damn. We need to get going, fast. I don't know where the hell we are." Gonna light a torch.
Alise: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PFjaRl-PJ_A ))

Tarron:
"How are we to know to where to be going?"

Alise:
"Perhaps we should try and find a village...these woods look unfamilar from the ones we're used to.."

Madam Eva:
Off in the distance, when you squint your eyes, there appears to be the silhouette of a town and buildings shaping its way through the thick fog that covers the entire land.
Alise: (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2FgHGmetOk ))

Gillian:
"That looks like a good place to start." He points a torch toward the silhouette.

Alise:
"Probably wise, yes."

Tarron:
"Light of the moon, be shining!" And so Tarron casts light

Tarron:
"It seemed as if it were going to rain..."

Madam Eva:
Tall shapes loom out of the dense fog that surrounds everything. The muddy ground underfoot gives way to slick, wet cobblestones. The tall shapes become recognizable as village dwellings. The windows of each house stare out from pools of blackness. No sound cuts the silence except for mournful sobbing that echoes through the streets from a distance.

Madam Eva:
Things feel really....empty. And depressing around here, as you can tell.

Tarron:
"All is drab! This...I am not liking this, not a bit."
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Madam Eva:
As you enter the town, thick mist seems to close off behind you. Like, much thicker than usual, your view of the forest is now completely obscured.

Gillian:
*presses A to traverse the fog*
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Gillian:
"Lucky we ended up so close to a town."

Alise:
"This place looks like it's in ruins though..."

Tarron:
"Is a town a town without inhabitants?"

Gillian:
"I hear at least one voice."

Tarron:
"Is a voiceless voice a voice?"

Madam Eva:
All of the windows appear to be boarded up, and the only audible sound you can hear is said sobbing....but in front of this large house, a young man appears to be in a bit of distress.

Alise:
"Master, please don't stray too far...this is all too eerie..."

Snakehead:
He meant me.

Gillian:
"It's not voiceless! Sourceless, maybe- oh, sorry, Alise."

Ismark:
"Hmm....huh...." A man appears to be sitting down on the ground, trying to contemplate his current situation. "This isn't good..."

Alise:
"Y-..you don't need to apologize to me master. Please, be as rude as you wish..!"

Tarron:
"I am of agreeance with you!"

Tarron:
"Not you, the other one!"

Ismark:
"Huh? AH!" The man jolts up and stumbles back. "You...you don't appear to be from here at all. Just who the bloody oakstakes are you?"

Gillian:
>bloody oakstakes

Gillian:
SUBTLE

Tarron:
"Please, do not stab us.."

Gillian:
"Er, travelers! I guess! We don't really know, we just ended up in the nearby forest after our horses spooked and ran off. Where are we?"

DMPSpook:
Hey man, I didn't do shit to your horses.

Tarron:
"Um, be excusing me, but I do know who I am..."

Alise:
"We know just fine who we are, we don't know -where- we are."

Ismark:
"Hmm...oh I see. It appears you're not much but the latest victims of the devil's fog huh? Well, certainly much more welcoming looking you all are than previous suspects. This place does seem to be some kind of hell after all."

Gillian:
yeah, we're actually colored

Gillian:
heyoo

Tarron:
"I am Tarron Radka Eligere! Oh! Devil's Fog! Is that what we are to call it? Um...to which devil to whom it belongs to?"

Ismark:
"Welcome to the village of Barovia, here in this land of....well...Barovia. Clever name is it not. Not really quite as stunning as you'd expect from Barovia's spiritual capital city."

Ismark:
"Ah....you really are new here, aren't you?"

Alise:
"Barovia...?"

Gillian:
"And I am Gillian, of the Zeppeli clan, and this is my assistant, Alise."

Ismark:
"This is the land belonging to the great devil of this land, Strahd. This is where I would offer you some wine on this glorious day, but...well, I can't really move from this position all too much."

Gillian:
"Strahd? That sounds like what the old woman was starting to say..."

Tarron:
"Cannot move? Are you being held?"

Ismark:
"Pleased to make your aquaintences Tarron and Gillian. I wish I could have met you in more pleasing circumstances. Or well, relatively so."

Alise:
"It does indeed. It would make sense that we were brought here for that reason.."

Ismark:
"It's more that I believe I'm being held here by this.....house from across the road. If I try to escape, the fog simply closes in on me, and well...I end up back here!"

Tarron:
"Ah...am I excused? A house?"

Ismark:
"This is most unfortunate, given that I'm in much need to protect my sister....in fact, I have more than a slight suspicion that..."

Gillian:
"That sounds unpleasant. How long have you been stuck like that?"

Ismark:
"Yes...a house. I can tell it's a house because of well...the two creepy children in front of it."
Tokens dropped onto map 'Hunters_rest' by player Agidius (Player)

Tarron:
"Could not it be those very children...?"

Ismark:
"Could be. But this particular house has been burnt to the ground for the longest time. But all of a sudden well....it's back. Strange isn't it?"

Tarron:
"Have you tried re-burning it!"

Ismark:
"I'm pretty sure if I just did what the children say and entered the house, I'd be able to fix this, but well...I'm not in the mood to do this on my own."

Gillian:
"What're they asking of you?"

Alise:
"I...I think they're asking him to go into the house?"

Alise:
"B-..but it's good to clarify, master!"

Tarron:
"He is too poor to pay attention!"

Gillian:
I'mma scope out those kiddos.

Tarron:
gross

Ismark:
A soft whimpering draws your eye toward a pair of children standing in the middle of an otherwise lifeless street.

Snakehead:
Don't go over there, bro. Those kids are -reaaaaally- weird.

Thorn:
The boy is clutching a stuffed doll whilst weeping, while the taller girl is trying to hush the boy.

Tarron:
"Childrens! Are those them? Oh, she stymies the cries..."

Thorn:
After shushing the boy, the girl turns to you and says, "There's a monster in our house!" She then points to a tall brick row house that has seen better days.

Rose:
Actually I probably should have said that but w/e/

Rose:
its not like u can tell from these tokens in the chat anyway

Rose:
Its windows are dark. It has a gated portico on the ground floor, and the rusty gate is slightly ajar. The houses on either side are abandoned, their windows and doors boarded up.

Gillian:
"Not the monster-slaying type, hm?"

Tarron:
"Oh, we cansnot leave it to children!"

Gillian:
"Leave it to us, we'll get these children back their house and break this curse of yours!"

Ismark:
"Yes, hmm, I suppose you cannot, but....this all seems a littl off to me. Dont you think?"

Alise:
"I'm not sure if everything is as it seems myself..."

Tarron:
"Ah, but a monster... Are we slayers of monsters now?"

Rose:
"We wont go back into the house until we know the monster is gone..."

Gillian:
"Is the monster what's keeping this man here?"

Ismark:
"Certainly something is, I can tell you that much. Even right now, it seems the the vision of the rest of the village is fading...."

Tarron:
"Oh! I am not having a desire to see nothingness!"

Rose:
"Will you go in, finally? Please, get this monster out of here....we don't know what it looks like, but we've heard its terrible howls..."

Tarron:
"Of course we shall!"

Tarron:
Tarron walks confidently up to the house

Tarron:
she knows not what it means

Ismark:
"Hmm....I suppose it's only reasonable that I accompany you then."
Tokens dropped onto map 'Hunters_rest' by player MarthTrinity (Player)

Tarron:
http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/aselia/images/f/f1/Ivar_%28ToX%29.jpg
Tokens dropped onto map 'DeathHouse' by player MarthTrinity (Player)
Ismark:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNib8qvuvpE

Tarron:
"We have found a new companion!"
Gillian:
together, we ride
Ismark:
A wrought-iron gate with hinges on one side and a lock on the other fills the archway of a stone portico. The gate is unlocked, and its rusty hinges shriek when the gate is opened. Oil lamps hang from the portico ceiling by chains, flanking a set of oaken doors that open into a grand foyer

Tarron:
Tarron glances downward, then back up, "Ah... I should not be heading our pack."

Ismark:
who needs faces

Tarron:
I'm a fucking sorcerer

Tarron:
literally everyone else

Tarron:
get in front of me

Gillian:
I'll just wield a handaxe and shield for now

Ismark:
Hanging on the south wall of the foyer is a shield emblazoned with a coat-of-arms (a stylized golden windmill on a red field), flanked by framed portraits of stony-faced aristocrats. Mahogany-framed double doors leading from the foyer to the main hall.

Ismark:
"This is a surprisingly classy place, at least for what the outside implies. But this only makes it all the more unsettling..."

Gillian:
"I'll say, I didn't think you could fit all this into the dump on the outside."

Tarron:
"Perhaps it is a transdimensional space!"|

Gillian:
Gillian listens around for the sounds the kiddos mentioned

Ismark:
A wide hall runs the width of the house, with a black marble fireplace at one end and a sweeping, red marble staircase at the other. Mounted on the wall above the fireplace is a longsword.

Ismark:
The wood-paneled walls are ornately sculpted with images of vines, flowers, nymphs, and satyrs.

Ismark:
There doesnt seem to be any loud screamings.

Tarron:
aw man I speak Sylvan

Tarron:
there anything written on the sculpts

Ismark:
it appears the kids really overhyped the place

Ismark:
there's nothing written on the sculpts, just pretty pictures

Gillian:
"Doesn't seem too bad, so far."

Alise:
"So it would seem..I don't see any signs of anything..."

Tarron:
"There are signs of something or other!"

Ismark:
"Perhaps there's more to this place than meets the eye..."

Tarron:
"But a sign that cannot be read is of little use!"

Gillian:
Checking out the room filled with metagame knowledge

Ismark:
This oak-paneled room looks like a hunter's den. Mounted above the fireplace is a stag's head, and positioned around the outskirts of the room are three stuffed wolves.

Ismark:
Two padded chairs draped in animal furs face the hearth, with an oak table between them supporting a cask of wine, two carved wooden goblets, a pipe rack, and a candelabrum. A chandelier hangs above a cloth-covered table surrounded by four chairs.

Gillian:
"Nice! Someone's got a solid trophy collection."

Alise:
Alise scurries into the room after ol' Gil. She glances around and lets out a yelp when she turns to see a big growling (stuffed) wolf beside her. "A-...anything?"

Ismark:
Two cabinets stand against the walls. The east cabinet sports a a pretty hefty lock on it.

Gillian:
Gillian jiggles the lock briefly before giving up.

Gillian:
"Oh whatever, let's check upstairs."

Tarron:
"Hmm..."

Ismark:
Unlit oil lamps are mounted on the walls of this elegant hall. Hanging above the mantelpiece is a wood-framed portrait of a lovely family.

Ismark:
Two grown adults are sitting looking all family like next to their children, Rose and Thorn.

Gillian:
are the kiddos in the picture

Gillian:
yay good

Ismark:
Standing suits of armor Aank wooden doors in the east and west walls. Each suit of armor clutches a spear and has a visored helm shaped like a wolf's head. The doors are carved with dancing youths

Ismark:
so does anyone wanna press the perception button

Alise:
21

Tarron:
16

Tarron:
Tarron scans her surroundings

Gillian:
I'll hold my roll, stilll looking for sources of noise

Gillian:
9 fine I'll roll too

Ismark:
you notice that the youths arent really dancing, but rather fighting off swarms of bats (GST)

Ismark:
The red marble staircase that started on the first floor continues its upward spiral by the wayyyy

Tarron:
http://media3.popsugar-assets.com/files/2015/05/05/032/n/1922507/e0a3082377e64d89_giphy-4.gif

Tarron:
"Oh me, oh my! Bats..."

Gillian:
I'll just quickly peek into these rooms one by one

Ismark:
https://49.media.tumblr.com/541af89f36c14ae762d41e6f889932a1/tumblr_mpidbtoGtW1rx7hngo1_500.gif

Alise:
"Hrmm...this place is so dirty.."

Ismark:
Gossamer drapes cover the windows of this elegantly appointed hall, which has a brass-plated chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Upholstered chairs line the walls, and stained-glass wall hangings depict beautiful men, women, and children singing and playing instruments.
Tokens dropped onto map 'DeathHouse' by player MarthTrinity (Player)

Ismark:
An undecorated bedroom contains a pair of beds with straw-stuffed mattresses. At the foot of each bed is an empty footlocker. Tidy servants' uniforms hang from hooks in the adjoining close

Ismark:
A dumbwaiter in the corner of the west wall has a button on the wall next to it.

Tarron:
>button

Tarron:
aw

Tarron:
man

Alise:
"Nothing in there?"

Tarron:
"Oh! The servant's room! And a dumbwaiter...?" Tarron dings the button once

Tarron:
When there's no response she irately dingsi t again

Tarron:
And again

Ismark:
the button rings a bell sound from down below

Ismark:
it seems to have no effect besides that

Alise:
Alise peers into the room, "My quarters were much nicer..."

Tarron:
"That's a pretty bell!"

Tarron:
Is there anything INSIDE the dumbwaiter

Ismark:
Red velvet drapes cover the windows of this room. An exquisite mahogany desk and a matching high-back chair face the entrance and the fireplace, above which hangs a framed picture of a windmill perched atop a rocky crag. Situated in corners of the room are two overstuffed chairs. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves line the south wall. A rolling wooden ladder allows one to more easily reach the high shelves.

Ismark:
the dumbwaiter has nothing, but you can try to operate it by pulling its pulley system

Gillian:
"Jeez, these people had WAY too much money..."

Tarron:
Well I mean

Tarron:
Yeah.

Tarron:
Tarron pulls the pulley, because the fuck else are you gonna do with a pulley

Ismark:
the desk in this room has several items resting atop it; an oil lamp, a jar of ink, what seems to be a quill pen, a tinderbox, and a letter kit.

Alise:
"To be fair, your home wasn't too far off this, master.."

Ismark:
you pull up the dumbwaiter and it finally brings up some nice, recently-prepared beet soup and banana bread. What a nice house this is.

Gillian:
"Yeah, but we didn't live in a run-down town like this. This is way more fancy than I ever expected this house to look like."

Tarron:
"Oooh! Does anyone want some banana bread?"

Ismark:
"Hmm..." the man rubs his chin and looks around some more. "Something...something about this doesn't feel right....good graciousness is this a large house though..."

Alise:
"Of course we didn't..! We lived in a beautiful town with a house infinitely nicer than this..!" she bows deeply, "I'm sorry that I spoke out of turn, master..!"

Ismark:
@thrice Tidy servants' uniforms hang from hooks in the adjoining closet

Tarron:
I'm gonna take sopme of these clothes

Gillian:
"At ease, don't worry - it's just weird. You know? Whatever, let's just find that monster or whatever."

Alise:
Alise sniffles and stands back upright. "Thank you...shall we continue upwards...?"

Tarron:
[1d20+5

Tarron:
15

Ismark:
"I'll be heading upwards too." Ismark has just been kinda raising an eyebrow to your whole deal.

Gillian:
"Sure. We'll check upstairs, I'm a bit less worried now. Looks like you could've come here whenever you wanted, guy, just the kids asking for someone to look in their closet for monsters!"

Ismark:
Characters who climb the red marble staircase to its full height come to a dusty balcony with a suit of black plate armor standing against one wall, draped in cobwebs. This suit of animated armor attacks as soon as it takes damage or a character approaches within 5 feet of it. It fights until destroyed.

Animated Armor:
"YOU CAME TO THE WRONG NEIGHBORHOOD MOTHERFUCKER"

Gillian:
11 ROLL INIT

Animated Armor:
No im too tired

Animated Armor:
next session tho....

Alise:
"Heehee, I remember when you had me check your closet for monste-.." Alise's story is cut short by Ismark being cut short.

Tarron:
20 >init