02-19-2021, 01:13 AM
[Meanwhile...]
@Reion Hallowbrook and @Eloric Aetherion have been sipping their watered down wine and lamenting their misfortune of not being able to make it to the next village before sunset. That would mean they would need to find a place to stay, fast. They knew, once the sun goes down, this bleak village will turn into a horrifying different animal. They knew, the main reason there hardly anyone walking about during the day was because that is when the villagers slept. At night they must huddle themselves away in cellars and in corners under tables, clutching stakes or silver weapons created from melted down heirlooms, to hold off the terrors of the night.
Suddenly your attention is drawn to the noise of the tavern door opening. Walking inside is a young, Elven maiden in platemail but with her piercing, green, almond shaped eyes and a mane of coppery red hair that frames her soft, lightly tanned skin, she doesn't look anything like the Dusk Elves native to the area.
Behind her, a man wearing armor from a distant land walks into the tavern. And behind him walks a tall, slender, short bearded young man, with medium length dark brown hair, dressed in dark shades of browns and grey.
They briefly look around and then makes their way to Airk, the barkeep to ask, "Good evening sir, my name is Sumayl, Might I ask, what's do you have that will warm our bellies on this chill evening?" Obviously they were strangers and in Barovia, strangers weren't very welcome. But upon spotting their fine weapons and armor, you both look at each other and in unison you whisper to each other, "Adventurers!!"
@Reion Hallowbrook and @Eloric Aetherion have been sipping their watered down wine and lamenting their misfortune of not being able to make it to the next village before sunset. That would mean they would need to find a place to stay, fast. They knew, once the sun goes down, this bleak village will turn into a horrifying different animal. They knew, the main reason there hardly anyone walking about during the day was because that is when the villagers slept. At night they must huddle themselves away in cellars and in corners under tables, clutching stakes or silver weapons created from melted down heirlooms, to hold off the terrors of the night.
Suddenly your attention is drawn to the noise of the tavern door opening. Walking inside is a young, Elven maiden in platemail but with her piercing, green, almond shaped eyes and a mane of coppery red hair that frames her soft, lightly tanned skin, she doesn't look anything like the Dusk Elves native to the area.
Behind her, a man wearing armor from a distant land walks into the tavern. And behind him walks a tall, slender, short bearded young man, with medium length dark brown hair, dressed in dark shades of browns and grey.
They briefly look around and then makes their way to Airk, the barkeep to ask, "Good evening sir, my name is Sumayl, Might I ask, what's do you have that will warm our bellies on this chill evening?" Obviously they were strangers and in Barovia, strangers weren't very welcome. But upon spotting their fine weapons and armor, you both look at each other and in unison you whisper to each other, "Adventurers!!"
