8b. Stuck in Barovia with You

[Storm11]

The gnome gets to his feet quietly

[Zhym]

Date: Nouluna 7, 1221
Time: 9:00 AM
Weather: Overcast, cool
Moon: Waning gibbous
Location: Borovia, Ismark's House
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You decide to seek out the potion the gypsies are rumored to have that allows them to come and go from Barovia as they please. Ismark sees you outside and wishes you best of luck.

What is your plan?

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Status: Bragar: 27/42, Castran: 23/23
Effects: None

[Dram]

Baxtaw- Do we want to begin looking at the tavern?

[Storm11]

"We could certainly try there, perhaps the robber gypsys could net us an introduction with the elder or potion maker. You do the talking and I will remain unseen and have your back incase things go south." says the gnome.

[Zhym]

You proceed to the inn, where the gypsies tell you of their camp near the Tser falls. It's back along the road to the castle, except that you take a right at the fork in the road past the bridge. The camp is a mile out of town.

[Dram]

Bragar- After leaving the inn Bragar asks the invisible gnome. Castran do we want to head back towards the Castle?

[Storm11]

"I can shroud you in invisibility too should you feel nervous. I for one think the gypsys are working with the vampyr. I doubt this Strahd will attack them. How safe we will be when in their care is another matter however. Our comrades were ever reluctant to sup the potions that the gypsys said would protect them from the undeads chilling touch. But it sounds like something we could definitely have at our disposal should we encounter any again."

[Dram]

Bragar- yes I believe that also. Them gypsies may feed us to there master. But let us go see these gypsies. I have spell that may help us discover if they are friendly or not.

[Storm11]

"Perfect, let us go then. I will scout a head a ways unseen just incase we are waylaid." says the gnome clapping Bragar on the back. He says his good byes to Ismark the Lesser and exits the burgomasters home

[Zhym]

Date: Nouluna 7, 1221
Time: 10:00 AM
Weather: Overcast, cool
Moon: Waning gibbous
Location: Borovia, Blood on the Vine Tavern
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You leave the Inn, headed for the gypsy camp. Castran, still invisible, scouts ahead. Will Bragar also be invisible?

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Status: Bragar: 27/42, Castran: 23/23
Effects: None

[Storm11]

If Bragar desires it Castran will oblige. Before the duo leave Castran will entreat the dwarf to heal himself some more if he can.

[Dram]

Bragar- I will remain seen. But have your spell ready just case. Bragar will pray to Haela Bright to cure his wounds.


Cure Serious wounds
Cure Serious[2d8+1] = 9+1 = 10

[Zhym]

Date: Nouluna 7, 1221
Time: 10:05 AM
Weather: Overcast, cool
Moon: Waning gibbous
Location: Borovia, Blood on the Vine Tavern
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Bragar decides to stay visible. You head west out of town, retracing the steps you took to get to the castle so long ago.

It's another dreary and cold morning. The dense fog that never seems to leave this place obscures your vision as you travel the seldom-used road. The thick, dark Svalich woods crowd in upon you. Wheel ruts from gypsy carts are filled with muddy water. Dead brown leaves crunch under your feet and blow about in the wind.

About ten minutes out of town, you cross a bridge over the river Ivlis. In half an hour, the road splits. You follow the northern fork.

After another half hour of travel, you come to a clearing. On the far side of the clearing, colorful wagons are parked on the banks of a pool. Several brightly clad figures surround a blazing fire, over which is suspended a large pot.

You are far enough away that none of the gypsies have spotted you yet.

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Status: Bragar: 37/42, Castran: 23/23
Effects: Invisibility (Castran)

[Storm11]

"This looks like the place indeed. Let us try and come in peace hmmmm. Do we have anything to offer these people? I hope they aren't a bunch of racists!" whispers the gnome quietly to his dwarven comrade.

[Dram]

Bragar- I could give them 15 Gp. And I do have some loot that we took the vampire.

[Storm11]

"let's get to it then. I will try and have your back! Good luck!" says the invisible gnome

[Zhym]

Just waiting for a declared action for Bragar.

[Dram]

Bragar walks to the edge of the encampment. Waiting for someone to welcome him into the camp. Hello my name is Bragar Battlehammer cleric to Haela Brightaxe dwarven goddess who loves adventure and the fray. I am seeking council with your elders.

[Zhym]

Date: Nouluna 7, 1221
Time: 11:15 AM
Weather: Overcast, cool
Moon: Waning gibbous
Location: Borovia, Blood on the Vine Tavern
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Bragar steps into the camp. Castran follows at his back, the soft crunch of wet leaves underfoot the only sign of the gnome's presence. "Hello," says Bragar. "My name is Bragar Battlehammer, cleric to Haela Brightaxe, dwarven goddess who loves adventure and the fray. I am seeking council with your elders."

One of the brightly-clad figures bows deeply in response. "Welcome to our humble camp! Madam Eva has been expecting you. Please come with me." He leads Bragar to a large tent and opens a flap. Bragar enters, with Castran sneaking in right behind him.

Inside, all is dimly illuninated in pools of red light. A small, low table stands across from the doorway, covered in a black velvet cloth. Glints of light seem to flash from a crystal ball on the table as a hunched figure peers into its depths. She looks up a you and speaks, her voice crackling like dry weeds. "Ah, there you are! You are right on time. Welcome, Bragar Battlehammer, emissary to the fey!" Her cackling laughter bursts like mad lightning from her withered lips. She looks straight at Castran. "And welcome, Castran Starjewel, hidden gnome of hidden talents! You come seeking a way out of this mist-covered land, do you not?"

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Status: Bragar: 37/42, Castran: 23/23
Effects: Invisibility (Castran)

[Storm11]

Castran starts as the old woman notices him, but a smile crosses his unseen face, hopeful that this demonstration of her gifts is a sign that she isn't some charlatan.

"Madame Eva," he says bowing. "This is true, that and a potion some lost friends of ours said you'd old to them that would protect them from the draining touch of undead lurking withinthe vampires castle."