Re: Through the Mists: In Character
DM
Burgomaster's Mansion, Rooftop
Tag: Joe the Parrot
Joe swooped in for a closer look at the witchcraft of the three brides, and was able to see something that he hadn't noticed before. They were drawing and smearing their blood across the boards according to a design that had been written on a scroll of paper. The one with the skull mask had been holding it, pressing it flat against the side of the boards and reading aloud, perhaps directly from it.
If there was anything to disturb the silly ritual that the trio were working on, then that would be it. The command from his captain only confirmed in Joe's bird brain what he would need to do.
Joe had always been a part of the package deal - from the moment that Rovana had awoken on the flotsam of a wreck at sea, gripping the cutlass in her hand and having the apparition of the drowned girl "Molly" following her around - she had also had Joe, and his personality was a dim reflection of her own. He was flighty at times, but clever in his way. He had a sense of humor, and he gave respect to the Pirate's Code as if it were ingrained into his very being. And while he was quite adverse to pain and death, he was also quite willing to enact a daring and extremely dangerous plan of action, and while he has balked at Rovana's commands before, he's always carried them through.
This time was no different as he sped with all the power his flapping wings could muster towards the window and the vampire spawn around it.
"Rawrrk! Swab the poop deck! Wee Woo!" he mimicked as he took aim, contracted his bird sphincter, and let loose several large white and brown bird droppings to splat perfectly across the ritual scroll. The chanting women hissed angrily now, and stumbled in their speech. They waved uselessly at Joe, then tried their spell, and screamed in frustration as the spell scroll burned up and the slight glowing energy of the magic symbol they had drawn faded.
Without further ado, they just began to claw and slam against the boards, smashing them in a manner similar to what the zombies had been doing.
Standing above them, Strahd eyed the bird with annoyance, and as it flew away he raised a finger towards it. Joe flapped his wings and banked to the left sharply, but the vampire's hand followed him steadily and a grey-blue lance of cold energy fired out from his finger, hitting the parrot familiar directly.
Joe felt a terrible pain overcome him, his surprise and agony mentally transferring to Rovana for an instant, and then he was gone.
At least. His physical form was. Rovana had had this happen once to her before with Joe, when he was first skewered by an angry rival captain's crossbow bolt through the eye.
He had disappeared then, and she thought him lost to her. But materials could be gathered and the ritual of her cutlass could call Joe's spirit back into physical form - it would just take time to cast the ritual again. It would seem that once again, Rovana would have to call Joe back from the dead - but what effect would this cursed place have on him?
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DM
Burgomaster's Mansion, Ireena's room.
Tag: All
Tristam rolls off of Ireena, leaving her momentarily stunned and pawing after him as he withdraws from her body before either of them can achieve their much desired release.
"Tristam!?" She exclaims, before terrible cries of anger and rage from just outside the window where the scratching was coming from. Then this is closely followed by the powerful thuds and clawing that makes the well-prepared boards buckle and bend out of place. "Oh damn them! Must the Devil deny me bliss even with my first time? Curse you, Strahd!"
Ireena sits up and pulls on her undergarments, just as Esvele arrives at the door first and began to nag quite insistently about the pair of new lovebirds moving to a different area of the house. The young noblewoman stood in just her bra and panties before scooping up her other clothes, her armor, boots and rapier into her arms in a big pile and jogged over to the bedroom door.
"Tristam! Come away from the window, it will -"
*CRRRUNCH!*
One of the boards split in half, with a pale clawed, feminine hand with several ancient jeweled rings on its fingers, raking through the old wood before withdrawing. A moment later, a dark set of eyes, nearly fully black, was looking through the broken board at Tristam. The eyes regarded his nudity, and how he was quite obviously hard and glistening from where his cock had most recently been.
"You dare to soil my bride?" The voice that paired with those eyes intoned. "It will change nothing of the outcome - I will have my satisfaction! Ireena! Hear me!"
Ireena, as if compelled, turned to regard those eyes, just as she had unbolted her bedroom door and opened it for Esvele, as well as Rovana and Vita who just now caught up with the nun and had arrived, leaving Ismark and Jasmina down below to contend with the remaining zombies.
"Come with me, Ireena!" Strahd commanded, and his eyes glowed a pale red, whose glow became reflected in the irises of the noble woman, turning the same color.
"Yes... I will... come with you..." she murmured, and dropped all of her things, so that she merely stumbled towards him as though in a dream, her glistening, bedraggled body still showing signs of her pent up sexual desire.
Only Tristam was directly in her way to stop her from reaching towards the window, however, the other three allies could all enter the room if they wished to hold Ireena back, for she moved slower than any of them, possibly fighting her compulsion subtly. The window was still mostly barred, and with Strahd there, the clawing and pounding from the three spawn had stopped for the moment.
