Party 3

Thia quickly took out some papers and her ink quill to start writing all the information about Strahd down. Once she finished she looked back up at Ismark. "Where are you thinking about taking Ireena, is there somewhere around here that is safe from Strahd?" She asked with a curious tone. If there wasn't somewhere completely safe perhaps it was just slightly safer then where they were now. She already encountered the hag walking around selling pies made out of children, and it was right in the middle of this established town, where it should be the safest.
 
“Well, we can accompany you and your sister to Vallaki, you show us the way and we fight for you on the journey, for the right price of course.”
 
“Kossuth finds a way to equilibrium, no doubt.” Azgard said, reassuring Ismark. Receiving a quizzical look in return, Azgard began reciting teachings from his childhood cult.

“Those who believe, and trust in his flames may hold them. They carry his wishes within themselves. We are reapers, we are preachers, and we are intermediaries of his light.”

Azgard took a long pause while stopping to look at Ismark for a moment, “You may also hold this light, if you choose to devote yourself to his will.” Just then, Azgard conjured Kossuth’s emblem, a twinning flame, in front of the mansion’s doorway. “Equilibrium is stronger than anything you can imagine. I can teach you of its power. It is merciless, especially to those like Strahd, who live against the current of balance.”
 
Fargrim observes the mansion while they’re entering it, honoring the architecture and construction of the house.

“This used to be a great building, right? So sad that it’s becoming like this.”
 
Thia thought about the mansion she had lived in for most of her life as they walked up towards the door. The one she lived in was much more taken care of then this one, yet it eventually burned down to nothing, where as this one seemed to have taken many fires and was still standing. It was an interesting thing to think about, but she pushed the memories out of her head when the door opened. "H-hello, your brother said he n-needed help with getting you to safety. As adventurers w-we agreed. He said we could stay here to rest, if t-that is alright..."
 
Finarin was walking quietly at the back of the group, eyes wide with amazement. One hand curled loosely into Tara's fur as the panther butted her head into her master's leg. "This place is huge." Finarin breathed. "What do you do with all the space?"
 
“Well milady, the name’s Fargrim Flinthook and our ragtag group of trapped travelers could use some lodging and food for the night and maybe a bath to clean our wounds. Tomorrow morning we can start the journey to Vallaki as your brother suggests. I see you and your brother already trained in the way of the blade, that certainly would help us in the journey.”
 
Finarin gives a sharp nod, before realizing that she probably should have made sure the others wouldn't disagree. "I would have no issue with helping." She offers softly.
 
“Well milady, we are weary travelers, a good night sleep is what we needed right now. Your father can wait I suppose. Tomorrow at first light, we will help you bury your father and then we can leave this accursed place.”
 
Thia understood Ireena's desire to bury her father. Thia didn't even know what happened to the wizard her raised her, but if he had died she would have liked to bury him behind the mansion she lived in, whatever was left of it anyways. "We can certainly h-help you with that. But if you don't mind I would like rest as well. I feel that I will need all of my ability for the journey..."
 
Fargrim eats probably way more than anyone in the table, and he also finish drinking his bottle of wine that he purchased earlier in the day plus a bunch more glasses.

Feeling full and slightly drunk, Fargrim retire earlier than others to his room. He then remove all his armor, clean his wounds before applying healing magic on it, and then go to sleep.

When the loud knock on the door came, Fargrim is already in deep slumber. Restoring his energy before the journey tomorrow.
 
Finarin had been curled up on a sofa, Tara flopped on the floor next to her. She had been just starting to relax when the voice came, leaving her sitting straight up with eyes wide and fearful. "What on earth is that?" She mutters worriedly, looking up with wide eyes when Ismark puts Thia against the wall. "Uh...sir?"
 
Reaching a large bedroom, finarin curls up on a bed off in one corner of the room. She settles down, kicking off her boots and patting the bed as Tara clambers up and flops on top of her. "Good night." She mutters, tanging one hand in the Panther's fur and enjoying her first night in a bed in a long time
 
Thia worked on putting a spell into her book throughout the entire dinner, only stopping every so often to take a bite of something. When they went to the bedroom she continued and just as she finished she heard the commotion outside. She looked down at her newly completed invisibility spell and thought that now was a good time to use it. She turned herself invisible and went down the hallway as quietly as she could. She tried to peek through the small cracks that were between the boards on the windows. When she did however she only came face to face with a pair of cold eyes staring back at her. In that instant they tried to invade her mind, but she barely managed to push the magic out, just as a hand grabbed her by the collar of her outfit and shoved her back against the wall. She yelped and held herself for a moment, as she watched the members of her party that did come out go back into the room. Thia slowly got up off the ground as she tried to speak, hoping it would come out as more then a whisper. "If y-you can stay t-there I will t-talk with you....B-but it isn't right to t-try and barge your w-way in here....W-what do you w-want?" Her voice was shakier than usual, and had a hint of pain in it, but she had to try something.
 
As the blade goes through the door Thia yelped again, this time shutting her eyes as she did. She listened to the carriage leaving with her eyes shut and her arms wrapped around herself. After a few moments of silence she opened her eyes back up. She noticed that her friends were still asleep, and she sighed quietly to herself. Thia slowly opened the front door, which was harder to do since the blade was jammed both in the door and in a body. She cracked it open enough to slip outside and looked down at the body. She pulled the sword out of him as cleanly as she could. She put the sword to the side and then grabbed his backpack off his body as well. She then breathed deeply to herself before she drug the body as quickly as she could away from the door. Once she had cleared the door of the obstruction she took the sword and backpack and went back inside, closing the door behind her. Once all of that was done Thia found a washbasin in the mansion and started to wring her hands in the cold water, feeling that they were dirty in some way even though they didn't have any physical grime on them. While she was doing this she realized that she had been shaking this whole time, and she couldn't stop herself even when she noticed. After she was done washing her hands she wandered to the front door and slumped next to it, not having the energy to go back to the room with her party. She slowly pulled out another one of her spell scrolls and her book and proceeded to distract herself from the happenings of the night by delving into her studies, once she was done she drifted off into her trance right beside the door.
 
Fargrim wakes up in the morning, refreshed and ready to go, he then pray to umberlee so that he was spared and can channel her fury to his enemies. Fargrim then carefully wore his armor back, and go out from his room.

“Good morning everyone! It’s been a good night sleep. Thank you Ismark for the great hospitality.”
 
Finarin ducks out of her room, already wearing her armor. Tara is standing still at her side, as the girl glances nervously around the space. "So...what do we do now?" She asks quietly, dipping her head in greeting to Fargrim.
 
Fargrim helps to carry the burgomaster’s coffin as a thanks for Ismark’s hospitality.

When they arrived at the church, Fargrim ask, “What god is this church dedicated to? And what is that scream beneath us? It sounds so painful.”
 
Thia ate only a little of the breakfast, not having much of an appetite, and when everyone left the house with the corpses she stayed at the back of the group. Her hair and clothing were disheveled and she looked like she was tired despite the fact that she was in her trance for the full four hours. When they got to the church she tried her best to ignore the wailing from beneath the floor. "Do w-we.........do we need the p-priest for this? C-can't we just.......bury them n-next to the church?" Her voice was barely a whisper and it sounded sickly, her appearance made her look unwell also, but she didn't have any actual physical illness.
 
Azgard made sure to eat only as much as he needed for himself. After leading Ismark through a traditional prayer to Kossuth, he helped them carry the dead to the church.

When the group made it to the church, Azgard first noticed the priest that was in soiled clothing. Feeling bad for him, Azgard conjured a small, pure blue flame from his orb and used its power to clean the priest.

“I am normally against acting as an antagonist to nature, but current events tell me that this man is starving for unnatural reasons. Should we give him some food Ismark?”
 
Finarin considers for a moment as they speak, setting down the body so Tara will stop huffing as she helps to carry it. "I don't know...what if he's dangerous." She offers quietly, studying the man with careful eyes.
 
Thia felt bad for the priest, which she knew would happen if they actually talked to him. She couldn't leave someone to suffer without at least trying to help. "I-is there anything w-we could do to.....help your s-son?" There wasn't anything they really could do apart from killing him, and she didn't know if the priest would want that, but she had to ask.
 
“We may be able to help you sir, for our mutual benefit.” Azgard said, breaking the silence, “Do you think you can help our new friend here? We’re looking to give proper burial to our fallen.”
 
“It is unfortunate, father, but the gods will eventually unleash their fury against someone who plays god like Strahd! We as humble servant should just pray for it! Now we do what we must and bury those who were fallen in battle!”
 
“If we find that these rumors are true,” Azgard spoke up, “do you think this Vistani will significantly help us, or even trust us?” Azgard looked into the forest with a disapproving gaze.
 
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