Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

Nebten

First Post

• Jul 3, 2009

• #201

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.

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Survival (1d20+8=9) This should be an 11 because I get a +2 to weather conditions.[/sblock]

 

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s@squ@tch

First Post

• Jul 3, 2009

• #202

Delkat

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?"

 

Rhun

First Post

• Jul 3, 2009

• #203

[sblock=For Strahd/Ares]
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.
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[sblock=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.
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Queenie

Queen of Everything

• Jul 4, 2009

• #204

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. "

[sblock] Esmerelda will keep a lookout for any nearby animals she may be able to speak with. [/sblock]

 

Strahd_Von_Zarovich

First Post

• Jul 4, 2009

• #205

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.

 

Nebten

First Post

• Jul 7, 2009

• #206

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.

 

Rhun

First Post

• Jul 7, 2009

• #207

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.

 

Nebten

First Post

• Jul 7, 2009

• #208

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.

 

Queenie

Queen of Everything

• Jul 8, 2009

• #209

"I suppose we are getting closer now. Lets hurry before something unwanted catches us on the road here."

Esmeralda urges her broom forward, through the rusty old gates.

 

s@squ@tch

First Post

• Jul 8, 2009

• #210

Delkat

Delkat scowls as he sees the gate.

His jaw clenches as he looks over the broken off heads -- trying to see if he can place their make.

A gust of wind picks up and catches his white cloak and carries the ends of it briefly in the breeze before settling down once again near his boots.

"I see no other way but forward."

 

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