Hmmm, I couldn't tell you if this is natural for this area nor how much longer it will be. I'm not from around here. But it does appear to have a special presence. At least it isn't hot like that time we were crossing dead planes of Sarlac. Awful time that was.
Donner uses his spear as a walking stick to assist him as he travels.
Survival
Survival (1d20+8=9) This should be an 11 because I get a +2 to weather conditions.
The priest walked along with the others in silence. His journey was almost complete, but yet it was just beginning. He was not sure what he would find in Barovia, but something would, indeed, be found.
His holy symbol, that he wore around his neck, clattered to-and-fro as he walked along the path, making slight clinking noises off of the creases of his armor -- radiant waves of the sun evident in the worked mail.
"Those who stop, never reach the end." he hears himself saying under his breath.
He shakes his head slightly at the sound of his voice -- he was lulled into a semi-hypnotic state by the journey.
"Where exactly are we to meet the senders of that letter?"
Ares remembers little from his childhood. The Township of Barovia sits nestled in a heavily wooded valley in the Balinoks, the local spur of the Sentinel Peaks in northern Coris. Few people visit the valley, and even fewer leave. It has a dark reputation, and is perpetually shrouded in mist and fog. Even during the warm summer season, Barovia seems to always be overcast and cool, getting lots of rain.
For Nebten/Donner
If this weather is caused by some unnatural effect, Donner doesn't recognize it. Still, there is an oddness to the fog and mist that the Stormlord just can't put his finger on.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Esmerelda sits perched demurely on her flying broomstick as it moves when the others walk, her ankles crossed comfortably as the broom hovers three feet off the ground. She isn't holding on to the broom but sits upright on her own, obviously used to traveling this way.
"All we know is that we must meet with the Burgomater of Barovia. I imagine someone in the town will be able to direct us in the right direction. If we can find the town in all this fog. "
Spoiler:
Esmerelda will keep a lookout for any nearby animals she may be able to speak with.
It’s always shrouded with thick fog ... it is called the land of the mists.
Ares reply to Esmeralda and turns to address the others as well But the legends that shroud the land are thicker then the fog. Do not trust the locals and their saying. Beyond every plea for help lies a dark secret that somehow is connected to the land itself.
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Spoiler:
Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
I am sure we can find out more once we get there . . . if we ever get there. I don't know about you but I feel like my feet are stuck in mud, unable to continue on. It's as if the gods have us trapped in a fish bowl, not wanting us to advance.
You march for several tiring hours, the forest slowly growing thicker and thicker along the banks of the road as it winds its way slowly into the mountains. You move around a bend, and there before you, jutting from the impenetrable woods on both sides of road, high stone buttresses loom up gray in the fog. Huge iron gates hang open on the stonework. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two statues of armed guardians silently flank the massive gate. Their heads, missing from their shoulders, now lie among the weeds and overgrowth at their feet. They greet you only with silence.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Donner looks through the open gates then down at the stone heads that lay at the ground. He keeps the point of his spear ahead of him, readying for an attack.
OOC: There are no walls, simply the gate and the great stone support structures to either side. While the forest is extremely thick and tangled, it would be simple enough to walk around the gate completely.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
You move on through the gate, following the muddy dirt road into Barovia. Towering trees, their tops lost in heavy gray mist, flank both sides of the road, their branches and foliage joining above you to block out all but a death-gray light. The woods carry the silence of a forgotten grave, yet exude the feeling of an unsounded scream.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Sarryx shudders against the unnatural feeling of this place, wondering what dark force has laid its grasp on this place. He was lost in his thoughts and looks up as they move.
"I hope that beheaded guardian is not a portent of things to come" the draconic human mutters under his breath, sharp eyes scanning the mists.
Uh, why would somebody in this realm? Just because there is land to be had doesn't mean it is suitable for living.
Donner swings his long spear gently back and forth in front of him as he continues to walk. He keeps a his eyes to the skies as his vision attempts to pierce through the mists.
OOC
Donner can see through weather produced concelment unless its magical in nature. Its a domian power.
Esmerelda stays comfortably perched on her broom as she flies gently next to the others walking. "Surely we are getting close. This looks as ominous as that mysterious note was."
"I can sense the evil upon this land -- the touch of my goddess has been long absent -- and continues to be so."
"It is truly a testament to the spirit of the residents to know that people strive to make this land a home and not let it slip into the hands of the undead."
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