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    The wolves are defeated. The woman that you saved introduces herself as Madalena Precht and thanks you profusely. She explains that she was gathering medicinal herbs and pretty flowers to decorate the garden of her employer, Augustin Vorster, a retired physician and part-time inventor in the nearby town of Ehrtzhofen. She offers take anyone who is wounded directly to Vorster, who is sure to be grateful, and may even reward them for their troubles in addition to attending their wounds.

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    "Then I suggest we all get aboard and get moving... before the rest of the pack decide they're hungry as well".

    Damian stands guard ... crossbow at the ready ... until everyone is aboard the cart (that can fit aboard that is... injured woman is definitely the priority).

    He then sits, reclaims the reins, hops off the brake and sets the cart to rolling once more towards the town of Ehrtzhofen.
    Corn can’t expect justice from a court composed of chickens.

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    Ehrtzhofen is only a half-hour’s travel from the site of the battle with the wolf pack, tucked away within the confines of the great forest. Inside the thick, cloying branches that comprise the town’s boundary can be found a single tavern, a forked river, a bank, a farm, various hovels, and even a few manors for the wealthy or noble inhabitants. A gentle hill swells to the northeast of the entry road, on top which lay a group of marble seats clustered beneath a large pavilion. Ruins of an abandoned jailhouse lay to the west, windows broken and door askew, creaking noisily from a single functioning hinge.

    It is dark now, but the town is a bustle of activity — crowds of people move to and fro, carrying lanterns and fussing around large tables as if in preparation for a festival. A few villagers can be seen lighting torches on tall stakes to ward off the gathering darkness. Madalena gets off the cart first, limping into town and shouting out details of your glorious victory over the Giant Wolves of the Great Forest. The raucous noise draws a sizable crowd about you, curious for more tidbits about the battle. Soon, the crowd makes its way west of the jail to Vorster’s manor, and Augustin emerges with a look of concern as he sizes up Precht’s wound, but he quickly determines that the extent of the wound is minor.

    Precht hands the leather bag over to Vorster. Vorster accepts the bag and says, “You must be more careful, Madalena, or these flowers shall be the death of you.”

    At this point, Vorster notices that Lutenschleger has lost a lot of blood and requires assistance. “Bring that man into my home, and we’ll take care of him. You can introduce yourselves inside. I owe each of you valiant people a great debt, one which I can begin to repay now.”

    Lutenschleger is carried by Vorster’s servants to a nearby bed. While Vorster examines Lutenschleger, he asks everyone to introduce themselves. Lutenschleger complies by weakly handing over papers identifying himself and his position. “Town Bailiff, eh?” Vorster asks. “Good. Haven’t had one of those since our old one disappeared. What was it, Madalena? Five years past?” When the group has finished their introductions, Vorster announces that he was planning a feast in honor of the founding of the town (whose actual date has been lost to the sands of time, and now acts as a convenient excuse for whenever someone wants to host a large party) — a “Gründenfest” — and he would be remiss if he did not invite you all to be guests of honor. Indeed, the feast is about to commence. He asks Madalena to escort you to the main table and seat you alongside prominent members of the Elder’s Council underneath the hilltop pavilion. Vorster will join you as soon as he is finished attending to the wounded Lutenschleger.

  4. Default [IC] Act I - Dead Ringer

    Rolen assists with helping the two wounded in the cart and if necessary will walk along side, bow drawn watching the woods and behind.

    Introductions made and niceties exchanged Rolen offers to help Vorster. ”I’m no healer by any means.. but I would be willing to assist in your ministrations.” If accepted Rolen will cast cure wounds Authentic Forum Dice-rollheal - ( d8+5 ) (8) [13] before meeting the rest at the party.

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    "I was a healer...once," Yuenni murmurs wistfully, looking off to the east even as the feast nears.



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    Before you leave Vorster's, Rolen's healing spell causes Lutenschleger's shredded leg to knit itself more than halfway closed.

    "Thank you, good sir!" Vorster applauds. "That will take weeks off of this man's recovery time, I'm sure."

    After leaving Vorster's, As Madalena guides the PCs to their places, she relays a brief history of the Gründenfest. It is a semi-regular celebration of Ehrtzhofen’s founding, whose actual date has been lost to history. She explains that the Elder’s Council hosts the festival once a year, but prominent members of the community (in other words, anyone who can afford it) may announce a Gründenfest at any time. As a matter of fact, this is the third Gründenfest this year, and some years have seen up to eight. It is a time of great celebration, where everyone in town is invited to eat and drink to their heart’s delight. She hopes you're hungry, she says, because there will be plenty of food and drink for everyone tonight.

    Shortly after you are seated at the table of honor, Vorster arrives. He is in high spirits; he makes an elaborate bow to you and then hoists his tankard to the sky. “A toast to my newest friends, who saved my servant Madalena from a terrible end at the jaws of giant wolves. May you stay in Ehrtzhofen long enough for me to repay my debt. To your continued glories and may your strength never falter. To the Wolf-slayers! And to Ehrtzhofen!”

    A few people look and Gallant and Yeunni a little nervously, but everyone raises their tankards and gives you a cheer. Following the toast, Vorster introduces those present around the table, who make up every prominent citizen in Ehrtzhofen, to you one by one.

    Eberlein Bartenbach, the town mayor, salutes you with his cane whose golden tip has been fashioned into a lion’s head. "A true pleasure."
    “I think he loves that cane more than he loved his dear, departed wife,” Vorster whispers. “In any case he is never seen without it.”

    Endris Pfluger, the town banker, and his wife Beatrix. "Thank you for your heroism!"

    Cristoff Bolstetter, the town miller, and his wife Clara. "It's an honor."

    And, finally, Elspeth Wegener, wife of the town physician. “The only member of the fairer sex to ever serve on our Elder’s Council,” Vorster says, and then offers his condolences on her missing husband. He whispers to you not to broach the subject with her, for she is frail and her husband has been missing for several days now. “Best not to upset her,” he says with a wink.

    Together, Vorster explains, these four make up the town’s Elder’s Council, a group that decides upon appropriate courses of action and generally determines the future direction of Ehrtzhofen. After the introductions, Vorster mutters a short prayer of thanks to Sigmar, then commands everyone to begin the feast. Vorster himself reaches across the table and spears a slab of beef from the large central serving dish, scoops up a few potatoes, and then pours a healthy amount of gravy over his entire plate. Madalena, back on her feet, scrambles around with a wine flask in a vain attempt to keep everyone’s glasses filled. As the feast begins, Vorster asks you to please regale the townsfolk of Ehrtzhofen with tales of their adventures.

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    Gallant notices the eyes on him and Yuenni and chooses to avoid eye contact, better not to spark any questions for the moment. At Vorster's request for a story he chuckles.

    "Unfortunately the most apt storyteller among us has only rejoined our party recently, though I'm sure he could still tell the tale better than I."
    He nods at Rolen. "Though if you want it from the mouth of someone that lived it I'd wager Damian to be the only one of our trio with any gift for words."

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    Yuenni, with dead eyes and a deadpan voice, turns to Vorster and adds, "That's probably very true."



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    Damian was already eating. But he looks slightly unhappy at having the attention shifted to him. One of his hands unconsciously rubs his shoulder where the scars still maim his flesh. Between mouthfuls he rather quietly states:

    "Erm... nothing special about us... honestly. Just glad we were able to help. In fact I'd rather hear one of Rolen's far fetched tales of heroism. I'm sure they are much more suited for such an occasion as this."

    Although later when things have quietened down and he has a chance to - he says to Vorster "I confess I have a curiousity when it comes to puzzles. Why did it take such a vibrant town - 5 years - to replace its bailiff? What were the circumstances of each of the disappearances?" His tone is clearly in the plural so Vorster knows he is asking not only about the missing bailiff but also that of the town physician.
    Corn can’t expect justice from a court composed of chickens.

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    Rolen grins at the request for stories, he quickly shoves the rest of his bread chunk in his mouth licking his fingers clean.

    ”I hesitate because I’m sorry to say that most of what I’ve seen is more horrific than heroic ... but I may be able to whip something up! as he says it, he whips his flute out of seemingly thin air.

    With a short trill he begins his tale, pausing between every few sentences as if they were verses to a song and playing a few more notes. ((Think of Wit on the shattered plains telling the story to Kaladin in TWoK)) Both as an accent to his storytelling it also serves as the verbal component to Major Illusion (concentration 10minutes :: I expect the story to last the entire duration)

    Rolen starts with the stormy night where he met his companions near the Tor at Hightower. When he gets to the mists that sweep him away his spell causes illusory mists to cover those closest to him (20 foot cube) when the mist fades he’s surrounded by wooden mannequins. He weaves a tale of confusion spiraling into depressing emptiness - accompanied by his flute that echos through the gathering hall, its lingering notes seeming to direct the illusions and tell the story as much as Rolens voice.

    He finds himself trapped with many others on a stage in a performance hall, with no audience, forced to perform a play with no end. Nobody seeming to realize they were trapped. Nobody seemed aware. Rolen wasn’t sure he was... The climax is in itself a musical number similar to the one he performed in order to break the curse that had him trapped. He brings in stringed instruments and horns, magically, heightening the intensity of the moment. (I’m pretty sure major image can do sound and temperature too..)

    The story, like most that take place within the times and boundaries of Ravenloft, ends leaving the “hero” and those experiencing it feeling as if there should have been more... the cause of the torment was a cursed song box.

    It was shortly after regaining consciousness and finding the clockwork song box broken beside him that the mists spirited him away to experience yet another horror. Rolen brings the mists back obscuring himself as if to emulate the very mists that transported him to and fro... but this time once the mists disperse Rolen is gone. This is no illusion. Only the echos of his flute fading away signal the end of Rolens entertainment.



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