Want to play Dungeons and Dragons 5E?
Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2023 8:05 am
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I agree with Gordon.TS
I tell Ivan that "If I were a master vampire, I'd probably live up in a tower, we should ascend the stairs and look for signs of refined style and taste, if a bit old and musty, as that was my take on owner of this castle when he was here." feeling anxious Tazly pulls out the one-use Mist Touched-Mirror from his pocket. He conjures up an image of the location of the portal near the fallen stones of the temple on the outskirts of Barovia where the rift in the Plane that Strahd was pushed through had been found . He and Ivan had closed it, trapping Strahd inside, but... Tazly had to know. was it still closed? He looks into the mirror, and it reveals the scene for a few moments, for the mirror itself wipes away like dust in the wind.
ChatGPT
As you hold the Mist-Touched Mirror aloft, an ethereal fog swirls within its reflective surface. You focus your will, and the mirror responds, its mist parting like a curtain to reveal the temple where the planar rift once tore through the fabric of reality.
You see the ancient stones, still standing stoically in the moonlight, surrounded by the dark forests of Barovia. The night is silent, and the air around the stones is still, with no sign of the chaotic energies that would indicate an active portal. It seems, for now, the rift remains closed, and Strahd is still confined to whatever realm you banished him to.
As the image fades, the mirror crumbles to dust in your hands, its magic expended. A single-use tool, but one that has given you a measure of peace—for the moment.
Ivan grunts in approval, "Good. One less thing to worry about. Up we go, then?"
You nod, and together, you and Ivan ascend the grand staircase of Castle Ravenloft.
TS
Tazly turns to Ivan to create a pregnant pause before he speaks: "If the master of this castle or someone in his stead is still able to make deals. We offer this one. Give us the choice of a magic item each from the vaults of Ravenloft, allow the Vistani to take us off the Plane, I was thinking of Sigil - the city of doors. I've never been, but with that many doors I'm sure we can find one to a world that is a tropical beach in the sun " forever". That way if any vampires wants to know where we've gone, it's there, a land of permanent sunshine."
Tazly pauses again for dramatic effect
"In return for this generous boon to myself and Ivan. The master will never again need to worry about being sucked into another Plane of reality. Or enlightened by sunlight. At least not from my hands, ever again"
ChatGPT 4.0
Marek's eyes narrow slightly at Tazly's offer, the shadowy corners of the room seeming to draw in tighter as if listening. He steps forward, his presence commanding despite his civil demeanor.
"A tempting proposition," Marek acknowledges, his voice resonant in the stone chamber. "But let us not pretend that you are in a position to make such demands. The generosity of Castle Ravenloft is not bartered with so brazenly, especially not with threats."
He paces slowly before Tazly and Ivan, hands clasped behind his back. "Nevertheless, your offer holds... potential. The master's absence has indeed shifted the balance of power within Barovia. Perhaps it is in the interest of Ravenloft to grant you your wish, to rid this realm of your influence once and for all."
Marek stops, turning to face them fully. "I will convey your terms. The choice of a single magic item each from the vaults, a safe passage from Barovia via the Vistani, and your destination to be Sigil. In exchange, you vow to cease all hostilities against the master of this castle, his domain, and his subjects."
He pauses, letting his words linger in the air before adding, "Know this, Tazly: The eyes of Strahd see much, and his reach is long. Your vow will be bound not only by word but by magic. Betrayal of this covenant will bring consequences most dire, regardless of the realm you flee to."
Well to begin with you were already undead so you didn't need food.