Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

Endur

Visitor
Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

OOC thread: http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=178371
Rogues Gallery thread: http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=178372

Current players include:
Isida Kep'Tukari: Lia Nailo, Elf Ranger
Goddess FallenAngel: Alessandra Exaultiacien, Human Cleric of Pelor
Rhun: Skorl Darkskull, Half-Orc Barbarian/Fighter
Voadam: Jack Morrow, Half-Elf Ranger
Pyrex: Nikolai, Human Sorceror
Hafrogman: Cedric, Human Rogue
Dirk: Ricven Spellhand, Human Hexblade
Ivid: Dareios, Human Fighter
IndustryGothica: Willow, Elf Druid/Rogue
 
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Endur

Visitor
The Weary Horse Inn

To seasoned adventurers such as yourselves, this is but another dull tavern in another dull town in some nameless province. It is but another passage of time between the challenges of true adventuring. Such is the doldrum of existence – waiting for another opportunity.

Outside the Inn, a fog lies over the town this evening, draping everything in its clammy grasp. The damp cobbled street shines as the light of street lanterns dances across the slick stones. The cold fog chills the bones and shivers the souls of anyone outside.

Yet inside these tavern walls the food is hearty and the ale is warm and frothy. A fire blazes in the hearth and the tavern is alive with the tumbling voices of country folk. The local customers keep their voices low, and the even the clinks of the mugs seem subdued as the fog gathers outside.

When the door opens, every head in the tavern turns. Even the flagons of ale silence themselves. The tavern door swings open. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides into the room. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him and his hat hangs askew, hiding his eyes in the shadows. Without hesitation, he walks to the center of the room and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.

His accented voice speaks, “I have been sent to deliver this message to the heroes amongst you. If you have honor, you will travel to my master’s aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich woods at night, the dark forests of Barovia are filled with wolves.”

He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, addressed to “Saviors.” He drops the letter on the table. “Take the west road from here some thirty miles through the Svalich woods. There you will find my master in Barovia.”

Amid the continued stares, he strides to the bar and says to the wary barkeep, “Fill the glasses, one and all. Their throats are obviously parched.”

He drops a purse heavy with gold on the counter and leaves.

The babble of tavern voices resumes, although somewhat subdued. The letter is lying on the table before you. Dated yesterday, the ink is still not dry and the parchment is crisp. The seal is of a crest you do not recognize.


Barovia. The worms creep beneath our floors and our streets, they feast on the flesh of our dead. High in the castle, the once lord is no longer, the new lord is not yet, without form, void. All is void and vanity.

Ireena, Ireena, Ireena! Long have I kept you at my side, long will I keep you close to my heart! Save my Ireena!

I am the Burgomaster. The Master! Kolyan am I! Soon the worms will feast on me!

Come! Do not tarry!
 

Endur

Visitor
As a member of the lightbringers, Nikolai has studied magical items that are useful for bringing light. One such legend (Knowledge Arcana) concerns the legendary Sunsword.

The first of the Sun Blades, the Sunsword is a mighty weapon against evil and darkness. This silver Bastard Sword is reputed to be particularly potent against undead, especially vampires like the ones that slew Nikolai's family.

This relic has been lost for centuries. But Nikolai thinks it might be somewhere in the general region of the Inn he is staying at now, perhaps even in this nearby land of Barovia.
 
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Endur

Visitor
Alessandra Exaultiacien, as a member of the Lightbringers Guild, knows (Knowledge Religion) that the Lightbringers are pledged to fight undead where ever the undead are, tracking them down if necessary. Every member commits to destroy a certain number of undead per year (the member decides what his or her quota is). Most large cities have temples affiliated with the Lightbringers. Each temple is affiliated with its own branch of the Lightbringer organization and there is no central hierarchy.
 

Endur

Visitor
Cedric has never met anyone from Barovia, but he has heard (Gather Information) that the misty Svalich woods surrounding Barovia are full of dangerous wolves.
 

Rhun

Visitor
Skorl downs his ale in one quick pull, his beefy hand large enough to nearly hide the mug that he drinks from. "Thirty miles. Sound like fine hike." The large half-orc then reaches to refill his mug, not noticeably impressed or stunned by the appearance of the man with the accent.
 
Dareios yawns soundly and scratches his back.

"Strange fellows live in these lands, don't they? - And their writing style is rather superb!"

He laughs for a moment, then glances at Skorl, a bit irritated. "Are you implying that you want to follow the orders of this mad letter?"
 

Rhun

Visitor
The half-orc shrugs his muscular shoulders at Dareios' questions. "Sure...brisk walk through forest. Good for heart." Skorl thumps a fist against his chest. "And," the warrior points to the heavy bag of coins that had been dropped on the counter, "they got gold!"
 

hafrogman

Adventurer
Cedric wanders over and picks up the letter, skimming over it briefly while he considers the contents. He nods lightly at the comments voiced by the other travels discussing the missive.

"This letter is indeed mad, as is, I expect, the poor soul who wrote it. But he certainly seems to need help most desperately. A nice brisk hike as you say, sounds like fun. The wolves will pace us, keeping us honest in our exercise. I think I'll go with you."

He sits back down, near the half-orc and nods his greetings before considering the human.

"Well, are you going to join us?"
 
The mercenary grins for a moment, then stands up, stretches his muscles and takes up his sword and shield. "Those wonderful Barovian nights... Vampires, worgs and all kind of undead, according to the local peasants. A mad burgomaster surely lusting for his lost concubine. I have seen worse." He grins again.

"Well, friends of slaughter and laughter, I am ready if you are!"
 

Pyrex

Visitor
Stopping off at the bar to get his mug refilled at the behest of the messenger, Nikolai walks over to where the others are gathered around the parchment and picks it up to have a look.

Hoisting his glass in salute, Nikolai introduces himself "Good to meet you all; my name is Nikolai, and if you'd not mind my company I'd travel to Barovia with you in the morning."
 

Dirk

Visitor
Rick stands up slowly and readjusts his armor. Taking his now empty mug over to the table to see the people who are answering the letters call.

"Good eye half-orc, I too noticed the large sum of gold. I'm currently without occupation and low on funds. I could use some gold to line my pocket. I'm Rick Swordhand, mercenary or sorts. I'm ready to make some gold when you all are."

Rick takes a seat and reads over the letter. Then signals for a waitress for one of those free ales the letter carrier payed for.
 

Rhun

Visitor
The half-orc downs another mug of ale, and looks over the gathering with eyes like cold granite. He smiles toothily. "I Skorl Darkskull. We take walk to Barovia. Kill bad things. Get paid."
 

Pyrex

Visitor
Nikolai grins, sliding his mug towards the other empties for the waitress to refill. "I believe our tall, dark and succinct compatriot of ours has the right of it."
 

Voadam

Adventurer
A man in a dark green cloak in the corner pushes back his hood. The slightly pointed ears reveal he holds more than a little elven blood in his veins. He does not look old but white streaks his hair and parts of his skin are palely discolored. It is as if he has suffered frostbite in the past, although the patterns are suggestive of claw marks. "I know the forest wolves that run through the night. My name is Jack Morrow, I'm a hunter." He indicates the unkempt elven woman at the table next to him "This is Willow. We are both familiar with woodlore and the dangers that run under the moon." Both seem to have lived rough lives in the wilderness. Jack's bow leaning against the wall behind his seat looks to be of excellent quality though.
 

Dirk

Visitor
Rick stands and reaches his arm out to the Jack.

"Always good to have someone who knows the local terrain. Would you and your friend be joining us in what out orcish friend so elagantly put earlier as walking and killing on our way to Barovia?"

Rick nods at Willow and takes his seat again. If Jack accepts Rick asks him to join him at the table.
 

hafrogman

Adventurer
Cedric nods his greetings to those joining the merry little gathering at the table. He looks around at the faces of his soon to be companions. He finishes with his eyes on the man in the green cloak.

"Well you and your friend there make six, a goodly number. But never let it be said that I was not one to share."

With that he turns to look at the rest of the tavern's crowd.

"Any of the rest of you want to come along? A refreshing walk. A little bit of excitement. Should be great fun."
 

Dirk

Visitor
Rick stands aside the cleric and says in a merry voice.
"Yes, all the more to help us fight."

Then his voices deepens and becomes serious
"But I warn you carry your own weight or be cast aside. No room for the weak."

Sitting down and addressing the group.
"Might I suggest we leave at first light, should go easier that way."

Rick then sits back and sips on his newly arrived free ale listening to the conversations and tring to catagorize his new companions in his mind.
 

Voadam

Adventurer
Dirk said:
Rick stands and reaches his arm out to the Jack.

"Always good to have someone who knows the local terrain. Would you and your friend be joining us in what out orcish friend so elagantly put earlier as walking and killing on our way to Barovia?"

Rick nods at Willow and takes his seat again. If Jack accepts Rick asks him to join him at the table.
Jack grips Rick's arm in greeting and nods his head. Jack pulls up two chairs. One for himself and one for Willow.
 

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