stonegod's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: Ch. II [IC]

[renau1g]

"The spirits warned me of trouble during my time in flight. Things are dark in this place and something was following me, but I could not see it. I had to hide, move and run, fly and hide...yes, keep away from the darkness, always keep away." Ravika replies, her voice growing stronger and wilder as she continues to speak.

"I am glad I could find you, you are strong, yes? Strong enough to maybe cleanse the darkness? I hope, yes, the spirits brought me to you for a reason.". The smell emanating off her is putrid, like the swamp smell of earlier, although she pays it no heed and waits cautiously at the door.

 

[ethandrew]

The steps up from the basement creaked under Ladreth's massive weight, his tired steps slow and laborious. The nights never seemed to end, his tireless vigilant watch lasting longer and longer, taking more out of him as his ward continued to deteriorate.

Ladreth knew it could have been him, he was bitten but not infected. He could've been maimed by the undead horde, back pressed against the wall, his sword the only thing between him and a life cursed with unlife. But it never was and he wasn't quite sure why.

Once the first signs of morning peeked into the basement room, Ladreth had laxed and now found himself but a few steps from the main floor. The long nights left the half-orc with plenty of time to thing, to wonder, to worry.

He opened the door and pushed his lumbering frame through the doorway, heading over to the bar. He noted the door ajar and the foul smelling shifter talking with the stalker, who must've returned since the last time Ladreth came up from downstairs. When the keep looked, Ladreth held up two fingers pressed together aimed toward the side, hoping for the drink the wash the night away and bring upon some sleep, if he was lucky.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tessa slept little that night-thankfully she needed only a little. When morning came, she went through her devotions as usual, though the fire which always tinged her thoughts seemed more insistent than was normal. She gave a bit more attention to Onatar in her prayers, and the flames seemed satisfied for now.

Once she was prepared, she trooped back downstairs, ready to face the day. The first order of business, it seemed, would be to find a new place to sleep- someplace that they could ward more effectively.

 

[s@squ@tch]

"My thanks, brother."

His physical ailments assuaged, Marot still bore the mental wounds that afflicted the shifter as well.

[d] a [/d]

Later in the day, Marot finds himself seated at the tavern commontable, across from Jarrith.

A full tankard of mead in front of him, and several empties cast off to the side.

"Seems like everytime we gather together important objects in this realm, a portion of them escape through of fingers like grains of sand..."

"We lost the tome to the Claw a few days back, and then we lose one of the artifacts from the fane the other night."

He ponders that for awhile before speaking again.

"You know, we haven't ran into the Claw in the past few days -- I'd be surprised if it stays that way."

"Plus, now we have to figure out where the last artifact was taken."

The voices in the back of Marots head swirled once again, echoes of various voices were heard to be saying in ghostly unison,"The Castle..."

 

[stonegod]

"The merchants said that you might have access to some diamonds, for future trading. While we would not intrude upon your plans, it might be beneficial if you could offer them up, if you have such materials. Especially with the Jorascan matron now numbered among the victims, both Avron and I might be able to put those stones to vital use..."

Mateusz shakes his head. Absolutely not! I will decide the time and place these resources shall be utilized, and now is neither the time nor the place. I needn't remind you that I am not an unaccomplished master of the divine arts myself; I have need of those self same resources.

After considering Mateusz's words, Ashlyn continues, "So my question, Mateusz, is this: Can you think of any way in which a vampire might protect itself from the light of day?"

The scholar frown. I have not heard of such a thing. If it is possible—and I am not saying it is—it would require extreme power...

Ashlyn pauses a moment before continuing, "You might also wish to take additional precautions during daylight hours with the caravan."

You needn't worry; I will have plans in place soon.

With that, everyone is dismissed. As you leave, you hear the archivist call for some of his scribes. Mateusz's plans are already in motion, it seems.

25 Wir, Zarantyr, 998 YK
Spells are now recovered

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned! This weapon of mind could use a bit more oomph in the vampire-slaying department. What do you have for me?"

Ashlyn comes up behind and the two of them discuss their plans for enhancement and other purchases (see OOC thread).

When the keep looked, Ladreth held up two fingers pressed together aimed toward the side, hoping for the drink the wash the night away and bring upon some sleep, if he was lucky.

No one attends to Ladreth; apparently the innkeeper did not come to work today. Seeing the chaos of the front room, he would not be surprised if the keeper had died.

Once she was prepared, she trooped back downstairs, ready to face the day. The first order of business, it seemed, would be to find a new place to sleep- someplace that they could ward more effectively.

Tessa sees some villagers being tasked with moving some Mateusz' effects into one of the houses on the square; others are moving the matron and her child out. Apparently, his plan is already in place, and he is not too picky about who he puts out.

Tessa suspects that she should ask one of the villagers, or attempt to find a house that has been abandoned in the recent weeks. Her other option is to ask Ireena herself—either to stay with her, or for her advice on the situation.

 

[Stormwind]

As she discusses plans and prices with Jarrith and the caravan's artificiers within the inn, Ashlyn brings out the haversack and proceeds to lay out the gear that they intend to sell on a table in the inn for the artificier's to examine. As she does so, a thought occurs to her and she picks up the cufflink that they recovered from the graveyard earlier and examines it, or more precisely, she examines the stones set into the cufflink. If any of the stones are the appropriate color (i.e. clear white), then she will ask Jarrith "Jarrith, Do you think that these might be diamonds? I know Tessa was wanting to acquire some ..."

 

[stonegod]

"Jarrith, Do you think that these might be diamonds? I know Tessa was wanting to acquire some ..."

Aldastan shakes his head with a quick glance. Nope. Bloodstone. Not bad, but not that well off. About 5 platinum, I'd be guessing. Seeing the pen, he mentions the silver in the pen is about 2 platinum.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Avron wakes with the rising sun. The scholar doesn't leave his room. He doesn't need the distraction of other things. The previous nights events do little to shake his resolve. There is little that bothers one not of sane mind. Once his prayerbook is out, he enjoys a brief breakfast, he will need strength for the scroll scribing. Finally he gets to work, Ashlyn had been kind enough to bring him the proper inks for scribing already. It was a meticulous process. Every angle of every letter had to be perfect. Ruined concentration would mean disaster.

Spellcraft +14

 

[Stormwind]

Standing back and letting Jarrith discuss his wishes for the enchantment of his blade, Ashlyn takes a few moments to murmur the words to a couple of spells, restoring her hardy constitution.

[Cast both Lesser restorations (restoring her Con)]

 

[DEFCON 1]

Jarrith pulls out his main rapier and hands it over. "Undead Bane please."