Aftermath of the Bonegrinder Blaze

Congratulations on Level 5. You are all returned to the Church. Edmond and Charlie have some loot in tow. The Children Freek and Myrtle are being cared for by the Church of the Morninglord and St. Andal.

@DM Edmond will ask the Father of the church if he has heared of the person the sword is named after and if there is any text he can read. If I find what I am looking for I will rp what I do after that.

@Edmond Father Lucian Petrovich, looks at the weapon. I do not know this name "Balmung", it is likely its true name. The one given it at its forging. The word Barov you mentioned refers to King Barov Von Zarovich, Father of Strahd, He and his son conquered this land 400 years ago. The Valley and The Village of Barovia are named in honor of him. As Strahd's Mother Ravenovia , is honored by the name of his Castle , Ravenloft.

@'Charlie' Sometime before he slips away for the evening, Gildas will aproch the groups newest companion, offering a warm smile and a hand. "There has been much that has happened over the last few days, and I don't believe we have been given the oppertunity to introduce ourselves. And it's better late then never to welcome a man that's thrice stuck his neck out for strangers. I am Gildas Turi, do you have some time to speak before you depart? Or are you going to be staying here with us tonight?"

Lostariel looks after Sinful's departure with some surprise in her metallic eyes. She'd picked the other woman for the stone because out of the whole lot, it seemed she was the most friendly and trust worthy, but perhaps she was mistaken about their encounters. Or perhaps she was still perturbed over the matter of brains and blood? She could understand not appreciating the filth, but Lostariel has no regrets in the swift slaying of the wicked creature so close to a teammate's throat and heart. That hag might have made it into the church, and then what? Which of them would have died during the night for killing her sisters witches? One? All? Father Lucian? No, she'd made the right call. With a shake of her head, Lost will turn away and make her way to the church's wash basins, taking some time to cleanse herself and to focus her mind inwardly. It's an easy task today, as she is still riding the high of the death of those three awful beings and can still smell the smoke of their burning domicile in long locks. Lord Pholtus, today we have washed another stain from this world or dimension. I hope that as we continue to eradicate this darkness, it will be Your light that replaces it. Like little candle flames lit in the dead of night, I would see Your power and Your presence grow here until there is no place left shrouded, no place for these chaotic creatures to exist without feeling the burn of Your glory. Today my shots were pure and true, and I thank You for guiding my strikes as always with Your divine hands. Every arrow that landed home in their twisted forms was in wake of Your might. We are keeping our residence here in what I can only assume is your church by another name, a branch of yourself that is recognized to these locals in Your ideals, if not the same title I was instructed in originally. I wish I could confirm this, though. If they follow another, it's high time someone show them what Your true blessings can be. If they are following an absentee faith, it is fair to say Cecil and I may be able to properly instruct them in Your way... Though still, I have no answers about Cecil and his connections to these lands. For now, the only confidants I hold with any value is the Father Lucian, and possibly the scamp, Anak. As always, Lord Pholtus, I pray for Your guidance above all else. Use me as You see fit in these lands. Tune me as I would tighten my bow, to better serve as Your living weapon. I pray for Your blessings. Finishing her washing, the wood elf wring her hair over her shoulder, and then go in search of tasks to aid the church before she will settle in for the evening. She aims to help in the kitchen, keeping a keen ear focused of the chatter of the other souls that reside here.

@Lost     As you meditate, you feel Lord Pholtus beside you, and all around you. Somehow by your faith he is here. The question on whether the Morninglord is Pholtus, or is another god that may have once sat upon the same throne is beyond your understanding. Pholtus Didn't create the world, but its understood he is the light that shines on the world.

Edmond will go and check in the 2 childen he saved and make sure they are ok. And walk around the church grounds with a smile on his face that 2 childen where save. As well as countless others who these witches might take. Edmond is chilled to his bones about the idea how many kids those witch got before they where stopped.

The wood elf is practically radiant as she helps in the kitchen, glowing with positivity and offering soft smiles to the church goers. For once, the often fierce and intense woman simply looks joyful and light on her feet. He was pleased with their efforts today, approving of their drive to bring His Light to these lands, and his warmth lingers with her even now. Contrary to her open and friendly expression, her thoughts as she works drift between the warmth she's felt, and the sound of the arrow thudding into an unsuspecting skull.

@Lostariel Gildas will approach in the evening to see the huntress in such unusually good mood. The joy was either infectious, or he was just as pleased to have cleansed such an atrocious blight from the world. In truth, it was likely both being true. Despite the horrors that he has faced, both from the supernatural, and from the attacks suffered from within the group, there was a certain euphoria to be had in fulfilling ones life purpose. "Another wonderful hunt today, yes Lostariel? We've done this land a great service this day. I wonder if we could plan together for tomorrow's endeavor?"

Anak (Charlie) finishes cleaning the "ink" off his blade, and gives it a quick test lunge, the image of the blade piercing his dark foe still fresh in his mind. An inexplicable feeling of pride filled his chest as he returned the blade to it's scabbard. He's not a hero... why is he putting his life on the line to help these people? Death is easy enough to find in this land, even without actively seeking it out... Still, it felt good to actually do something good for a change. Those children will have a future now, even if it is a rather bleak one... They had been lucky today, and Anak can only hope that this luck will continue. @Gildas On his way out for the night he heard the voice of Gildas call out to him and turned to see him approach. Charlie returns the smile and the hand shake without hesitation "Aye, I suppose we've not been officially introduced." Checking to be certain no one is in the immediate vicinity, Anak drops his disguise and assumes his real appearance "The name's Anak Illir, descendant of nobility's dregs and castaways, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gildas" He smirks a bit "Now that that's out of the way, I s'pose I 'ave a minute to chat. D'ja need somethin'?" 

@Anak His greeting is returned warmly. "Need? No, you have just now answered the most pressing question I had, but the want remains. I would be curious why you have so suddenly appeared before us to assist, but that is at your leasure to answer or keep to yourself. I for one am simply glad to have had your help, and to see someone vital in these lands with what seems to be a good heart. Are you planning on further accompanying us on our tasks? I certianlly hope so, your skills are remarkable."

"I see, seems most people need somethin' or other from me these days, not that I mind. Good coin to be had in favors, usually" Anak looks down at the floor for a moment "You've probably guessed it by now, but I'm not from here originally, and it was obvious when I saw your group at the inn, that you aren't either. I've seen people come and go for awhile now mind you, but something feels different about you five. Maybe I've just been here too long. Maybe the lack of decent wine is causing me to sober up more than I'd like... All I know is, I want out of this place, and it seems the only real way out is through Strahd... So, yaeh. As long as I feel like you have a shot at getting me home, I'll be doin' my damnedest to keep you people alive" 

@ Gildas "Yes. Not a single one of their wretched souls escaped, and we kept the last sneaky one from entering this sanctuary. I have a bit of time before I plan to retire. Four hours more than you have, at any rate." She gently reminds the human. Lost will move off to the side, resting her shoulder against the church's stone walls. "I am unsure what level of planning we can manage without Edmund and Cecil, but I am more than willing to discuss matters. I intend to suggest we see about that other lake, personally. Yourself?"

@Anak "That being the case, I welcome you into our fellowship, that what it is. As you are true to me, so shall I be to you. I extend my vow to you, as I have sworn to the others, to see you back to your own lands so long as I draw breath." He claps him jovially on the shoulder. "Are you well accomidated for at the inn?"

@Lostariel Gildas pondered her words, acknowledging, but choosing not to address her comments on his increased need for rest. How convienient a thing it would be to rejuvinate himself as she does. How often he wondered how much more he could acomplish with those short few hours in his day. Rather, he focused on her proposed objective. "The lake sounds as good a place to venture as any. We seek relics to oppose he Barron with, correct? Are we not also going to attempt to gain access to the burgormiesters' residence so you can confirm for yourself if Irena is there? I think you may know what I would sugguest as a way to do so."

@ Gildas "I will hear out your ideas, though I am not pleased to discuss this in too much detail." A slight drawing of her brow as she studies him carefully, caution in her words as they broach onto this topic. "Still, once we have her, this can be fixed. So speak your mind? In regards to the lake, yes, I think it would be wise for us to at least consider that the Vistani may have been truthful in their visions. I am loathe to trust anyone listed as a spy for this devil Strahd, but we have to believe that there are gifts of light here for us to stumble on and use."

@Lostariel Gildas nods in agreement at mention of her concerns. "Yes, I understand why you are hesitant. As much as I would like to accompany you into the estate for investigation, I will be content to help you gain access to it. I expect and desire not to know the results of your search. To that end, I think getting their wine back to them will create a great avenue for you to gain unquestioned entry into the estate, the largest of our issues in this task, yes?" He shifted slightly as Lostariel continued, pondering what these items could be, and if they could only be used to kill the vampire, or if they could cleanse his twisted spirit. "I agree that the Vistani are less then reputable, but we must hope. Do we know what it is that we are looking for? What objects they actually are?"

@Gildas "I appreciate the fellowship to be honest, it's been nice having other outsiders to speak candid with." Anak laughs " Since my only goal so far has been to keep you breathing, it seems my efforts weren't in vain!" Anak accepts the pat on the shoulder and returns it with the opposite arm.  "The people over at the inn are a decent lot, and the food and privacy are a hell of a lot better. I've been earning my keep over there for awhile now, and I rather enjoy it to be honest. You should come by and enjoy the show sometime..." Anak laughs again at that thought "Not that you won't be hearing enough of my talents once we've left this town anyway, but it's good to unwind every now and then. You lot could certainly do with some unwinding to be sure"

@Anak "We certianly do need the opertunity to rest and recover, mentally at the very least. The dangers of this land seem to be unrelenting... I am not fond of these walls, but they seem haven enough for the time being. Nor am I keen to see you seperated from us, but do as you need and be safe. I must stay here and help plan our next move with Lostariel. We shall see you in the morning, yes?" The druid reaches into a pocket on the inside of his coat, retrieving ten golden coins and placing them into his new companion's palm. "We have delt the darkness agreat blow this day, it is a pittance, but take this as my thanks and revel in a job well done. Tomorrow will see us face another trial, I am certian of it."

@Anak  Every time you spend the night in the Inn and play for your keep, you get free room and board, plus tips.(( 1d20+3 Silver pieces))