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''Sleeping in Goncai's Tower near the southern Vallaki gate.'' | |||
Used to the nightly horrors of Barovia, with wispy mist tendrils at the edge of your vision at every turn, your sleep is disturbed - as it normally is. The theme of this night is of demonic children, underwater tentacles and friendly vampires that you really know are not your friends but you can't stop yourself from having tea with them. At the center is the vampire you were charmed by, pretending to be your friend and your body simply accepts it while your mind screams that everything is a lie. | |||
Suddenly it's all ripped away and you are a child in a field. Your mind immediately recognise it from Garth's childhood memories meeting aunty Lethie but your body keeps the same dialogues from that night at Radu's waypoint. Lethie seems to cast a fiendish spell on you and the other boy and you see a mix of old visions and a few new; some purely practical of Lethie preparing things or cleaning, all mixed in with the horrors of being locked up and dismemberd or seeing your friend slaughtered in front of you, tasting iron as spatter somehow ended up in your mouth after a violent chop with her butcher's knife. | |||
While soul-wrenching, it's blissfully brief. The spectacle is wiped away and replaced by darkness and a gaunt man wearing a pair of gold bracers and the clothes of a rich merchant of Unther. He has dark hair shaped into long, ringleted strands and a pointed goatee. | |||
The man seem tired and battered, with several poorly healed, serious cuts across his body and gives you an overall haunted appearance. You hear a dry, hollow chuckle, and he begins to speak. The voice bellows out of his mouth but you can't make out the words. As he is saying something that you can't grasp, you hear in parallel his same voice in his head and he's staring right into your eyes - his mouth still spouting some kind of archaic, maybe divine, phrases. You need to concentrate to filter out that gibberish to understand his words in your head: | |||
''Goncai - I am not here to mete retribution upon you or to protect you, though you have my sympathies and you have my blessing to use your own powers to deliver justice upon the wench who ended the lives of your friends. At least I hope you appreciate that I keep you out of my faithful's nightly torment. It is all I can do for now. Maybe we will speak again. Go well.'' | |||
The gaunt man is enveloped by darkness, the darkness folds in on itself and you're back at a harrowing tea party of vampires drinking blood in tea cups and you involuntarily act as if this is normal while your psyche screams at you to snap out of it. Every now and then, between polite phrases, one of the vampires | |||
Revision as of 16:24, 10 July 2023
Dreams of the player characters in Barovia for CoS 1.
Goncai
P13 (G38)
Sleeping in Goncai's Tower near the southern Vallaki gate.
Used to the nightly horrors of Barovia, with wispy mist tendrils at the edge of your vision at every turn, your sleep is disturbed - as it normally is. The theme of this night is of demonic children, underwater tentacles and friendly vampires that you really know are not your friends but you can't stop yourself from having tea with them. At the center is the vampire you were charmed by, pretending to be your friend and your body simply accepts it while your mind screams that everything is a lie.
Suddenly it's all ripped away and you are a child in a field. Your mind immediately recognise it from Garth's childhood memories meeting aunty Lethie but your body keeps the same dialogues from that night at Radu's waypoint. Lethie seems to cast a fiendish spell on you and the other boy and you see a mix of old visions and a few new; some purely practical of Lethie preparing things or cleaning, all mixed in with the horrors of being locked up and dismemberd or seeing your friend slaughtered in front of you, tasting iron as spatter somehow ended up in your mouth after a violent chop with her butcher's knife.
While soul-wrenching, it's blissfully brief. The spectacle is wiped away and replaced by darkness and a gaunt man wearing a pair of gold bracers and the clothes of a rich merchant of Unther. He has dark hair shaped into long, ringleted strands and a pointed goatee.
The man seem tired and battered, with several poorly healed, serious cuts across his body and gives you an overall haunted appearance. You hear a dry, hollow chuckle, and he begins to speak. The voice bellows out of his mouth but you can't make out the words. As he is saying something that you can't grasp, you hear in parallel his same voice in his head and he's staring right into your eyes - his mouth still spouting some kind of archaic, maybe divine, phrases. You need to concentrate to filter out that gibberish to understand his words in your head:
Goncai - I am not here to mete retribution upon you or to protect you, though you have my sympathies and you have my blessing to use your own powers to deliver justice upon the wench who ended the lives of your friends. At least I hope you appreciate that I keep you out of my faithful's nightly torment. It is all I can do for now. Maybe we will speak again. Go well.
The gaunt man is enveloped by darkness, the darkness folds in on itself and you're back at a harrowing tea party of vampires drinking blood in tea cups and you involuntarily act as if this is normal while your psyche screams at you to snap out of it. Every now and then, between polite phrases, one of the vampires