Jerry Greystar (Chris1234)- Private Thread

[TristenC]

[Ooc: I think the ghostly gypsy from the crypt told her about it when she was in the cave just before her vamp-father attacked, then jerry escaped and found herself in Ravenloft. Depends on you how much you want to relate (and if jerry thinks any part of that was a dream). I don't remember including it in her nightmare/dreams, though]

[Chris1234]

OOC: Ok, I misremembered.

Jerry relates the tale straight, including that it was from a gypsy spirit.

[TristenC]

[Ooc: oop, my bad. I did include it in her dream, but only as a memory of the initial meeting.]

Serath gives her a look of compassion, I am sorry to hear of your father's situation... Perhaps your friends will be able to help you resolve it. As for the Visitani, a tribe of gypsies here... they often read fortunes, and are known for being surprisingly accurate... if not entirely clear. Perhaps it was not an object, but a place or an organization... do you have any other leads regarding it?

[Chris1234]

"None that I can think of. But give me a moment, please," Jerry answers as she stacks her brains.

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OOC: Does she have any?

[TristenC]

[ooc: only that the rest of the party are also looking for a crown, and were tasked with it by a woman.]

[Chris1234]

"No, none that I can think of. But perhaps I should talk to my friends," Jerry answers more definitely.
"So unless you've any more ideas, or know where any one them will be or there's anything I can help you with, then I guess I should be going. But thanks; and good to see you again."

[TristenC]

Serath inclines his head in a nod, I regret that I could not be of more assistance in the matter. The younger cousin looks to her, Where shall we go next? The Toad?

[Chris1234]

"Sure, sounds fine. Unless you have any better ideas? Or anything that we can do for you?" replies Jerry.

[TristenC]

Serath mentions no other tasks, so Merrick leads on towards the Toad's Toe. As they draw near, the half elves spot part of the group; namely the Ranger, the Gnome, the Elven mage and the antic elf-child.

[Chris1234]

On leaving Serath's place but before seeing the other adventurers, Jerry mentions, "I've been meaning to ask, Merrick, if there are any tasks that you've got that I might be able to help with. I'd be pleased to be able to at least try."


Jerry waves to the group, "Hi folks!" and then realises she might be drawing attention to herself in speaking 'foreign'.
"Might be better if you did all our 'public' talking, Merrick. Ok to see what they're up to? I'd like tosee ifg they've foun out anything about crwns. Or if they'll need any help getting herbs."

[TristenC]

Merrick thinks briefly but shakes his head. Nothing comes to mind... but I appreciate yoh asking. Is there something I could help you with?

[Ooc: I'll move the pair to the main thread now]

[Chris1234]

"Later you can put an even bigger smile on my face," she replies cheekily, knowing it'll make him blush furiously. "Even if I pay for it tomorrow with another limp."

{OOC: Sure.}

[Jenara]

Mira pads barefoot across the floor, her night shirt swishing around her ankles as she walks to Jerry's room, holding on tightly to the pouch containing the gold pieces.

"Jerry." She knocks the door softly. "You wanted to talk?"

(Happpens after Mira goes Upstairs)

[Chris1234]

Jerry, wearing one of Merrick's shirts, rushes to the door of her room and opens it, "Come in, come in, Mira."
She smiles a welcome.

{OOC: Tristen, presumably Merrick's still in Jerry's room? - I'd previously thought, for whatever reason, that he had a room at the same inn..}

[Jenara]

"I'm still bouncing from the show." She giggles her hands crossed over her chest as she realises Jerry isn't alone, "We obtained a reward for stoppingJaconos, you two weren't there but we wouldn't have escaped alive without you, so I have made a choice, Elsa agrees.." Opening the pouch she places forty gold on a nearby table. "Twenty Gold Each. A thank you for your help." Clutching the pouch she takes a seat on the bed, her red hair flowing around her shoulders.

"You are trying to figure this place out correct?" She asks in a measured tone, crossing her pale legs her arms folded over her chest. "The Wolves, the dislike of Magic, I think I have an idea, but its just that, an idea."