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Post by Yeti on Jun 18, 2014 17:31:04 GMT -5
 Gevyen Tallmer a Lathanderian Scholar contacts your group about traveling with him to Bavoria a small kingdom a few days North of Ironspur. Its a cold desolate land, and Gevyen fears for his safety in the travels t the remote kingdom. He suspects according to some ancient texts he found within Candlekeep that the Lathanderian Sect there has the secret to finding two ancient artifacts rumored to have been lost in the area.
With the dying of daylight, a fog creeps across the land, clutching everything in its clammy grasp. Inside the Weary Horse Inn, though, the fire is warm enough, and if the few patrons are sullen and stare at you a little boldly, at least the food and drink are good.
For an inn's common room, it's quiet. It holds no more than a handful customers. They keep their voices low, and even the clink of their mugs seems subdued as the fog gathers outside. When the door swings open, every head turns who has arrived.
This new arrival loudly stamps the mud off his boots in the doorway, then strides confidently over, throwing a letter down on the table in front of your group.
"The village of Barovia is in needof heroes," he says in a thick accent. "You'll do as well as any." Without another word, he turns and leaves quickly.
When the group tries to stop him and question him, he says "I was traveling through the Burgomaster of the Village asked me to find a band of heroes. He paid me a few gold and I have kept my end of the bargain. Weather you choose to help him is your own business. It is a full day's ride to the Northwest of here, you would do well to leave at first light. The Svalich Woods are not safe to travel at night. Now I must be going." |
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Post by Yeti on Jun 22, 2014 13:24:41 GMT -5
One of the party members reaches for an opens the letter reading it aloud.
Hail to tee of might and valor:
I, a lowly servant of the township of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance within our community.
Our village is nestled in the Svalic Woods, an ancient forest that has long lay quiet with the weight of ages on its shoulders. But recent nights have brought the howls of wolves to our ears, and the night of the last full moon brought far worse out of the forest.
Enormous wolves attacked with unnatural savagery, killing many of us and leaving many more wounded.
The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana, was one of those wounded, and I fear for her. Her injury refuses our healing dies, and she languishes abed.
There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee and thy fellows if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea.
Come quickly, for I dread the rising of next full moon! All that I have shall be thine!
Kolyan Indirovich,
Burgonmaster of Barovia
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Post by godwin on Jul 13, 2014 13:33:24 GMT -5
One of the patrons sitting at the bar seems to be more interested in the scene that played out with the group of adventurers sitting at one of the inn's common room tables. The patron is a woman with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, a strong feminine figure with a proportionate bust, and a face that would be the envy of many a fair maids. She is adorned in breastplate that accentuates her figure while providing protection. Upon her belt rests a most unusual weapon, a silvery chain whip, though the metal moves more akin to leather than to any metal forged by a smith.
The woman listens intently to the letter being written aloud and look of seriousness crosses her face, a face that normally expresses happiness and joy. She drops a few coins upon the counter for her meal, more than enough for 3 meals. She reaches down beside her stool and puts her haversack on before moving over to the adventurers. "I beg your pardon," she begins. "I couldn't help but overhear that you have asked to aid the village of Barovia. My name is Simone Belmont and I grew up in Barovia. I could guide you and aid you if that is your quest. May I join your company?" She finishes with a warm smile.
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