Meeting the Vistani outside Vallaki + Checking out the Orphanage
General Summary
Excerpt from Seir’s Little Black Book (Session 5/31/22): Penned in Seir’s (slightly neater) Hand
Khaylen approached the Vistani camp with Savid. It was in a large grassy field, with several houses. On the top of a hill were a circle of wagons around a large, well-lit tent. It smelled like wine and horses. A lot of horses. Khaylen entered the camp alongside Savid, who offered to introduce her to the people inside. She could hear the cracking of a whip and howls of pain. Inside there were six Vistani around various campfires, with a younger man in the back who was being whipped by some older men wearing studded leather armor. The two men in armor were Aragal and Luvash (sp?), who had some familial resemblance to Savid. Khaylen was a little surprised to see two relatively young men in charge of a vistani camp, when they usually have a matriarchal society reverent of elders. Luvash told Khaylen they were out of alcohol while reeking of the stuff, but she neglected to comment on it or the whipping out of politeness. Luvash said that the man that they were whipping was the one who was taking care of the missing girl when she disappeared. Apparently Aragal wasn’t in camp when Arabelle disappeared, and nobody was around or saw her at the moment of disappearing (they were getting trashed). He believed that Arabelle was in the city, as they thought they had checked everywhere else. Khaylen asked in general around about Arabelle’s personality. Aragal described her as being precocious. Khaylen tried to talk to people to feel out whether Arabelle was unhappy or abused, but couldn’t get much info. Zin and Thoradin camped north of the city. Clovin seemed to be coming to terms with the fact that he’d probably not have alcohol again for a long time. He started eating berries right off of a tree and that seemed to cheer him up. They grabbed something of Arabelle’s (a doll, provided by Savid) for Thoradin to smell. Thoradin was afraid that it was the same doll that was following him around, but it didn’t look quite the same. The group in Villacki visit Lady Wockter’s house, to do some recon. The house looks not quite right- like it’s disappointed with itself. We were greeted by her son, Nickolai Wockter (she also has another son, Carl). Wockter was flanked by her footman, Ernst. He was talking about having lost someone in transit. Majesto flew around Letho’s head, interested in his magical armor. We catch her up in vague detail on what’s been going on, and she started telling us about her problems in the city. She said that they were trying to “tone down the symbology” regarding the morning lord, saying that he was a bit too enthusiastic about the whole thing. “The religiosity doesn’t keep out the night”. She also brought up a spate of disappearances, mostly regarding children, from peoples’ homes on the outskirts of town. They’ve mentioned the sounds of werewolves at night during the disappearances. She says that she doesn’t associate herself too much with the orphanage too much, as it’s related to the church. I brought up the pie sellers. Lady Wockter said that Granny Morgan ran the pie racket, but she hasn’t been around in a while (they lived in the old windmill). Apparently her home is out of town, to the east, and she comes in weekly to sell her pies. We went to the orphanage, to check things out. We encountered some children, and talked to the person in charge (Miss Belasco). There were discipline issues, as the previous head died six months ago and the children don’t like her. She said that there were more than twenty orphans. She said that Granny Morgan had family business to attend to, that a family member had fallen ill. O went invisible and investigates the orphanage. She didn’t see anyone who matched Arabelle’s description. However, she did notice some rather unfortunate bruises and injuries on some of the children in the orphanage- perhaps the head was abusing them? In one of the rooms with a shut door, she spotted a room with a young man tossing and turning in a bed, his face yellow, the floor covered in dirt, and a shovel up against the bed. The lady told us about the boy, Millivonch, saying he took ill and that he usually helped out with the kids. He worked at the church, as a groundskeeper. He seemed to be horribly cursed with some sort of necromantic, and there was little I could do to help him.
Report Date
08 Nov 2022
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