Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

"B-bastards! I won't let you get away with this!"

When he has smashed his sword into the zombie, Dareios will try to get back to his horse, to protect it.

"Where the hell are we?" He shouts to his companions. "The masters of Barovia are having guests for dinner... And we are supposed to be served as the first plate, or what!?"
 

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"Maybe there are more undead about, keep your eyes open and weapons drawn."

Rick points towards the ratish wolf things by the cart.

"What is that? Should we... should we kill it?"

ooc: Rick is looking all around expecting another attack.
 

Alessandra looks with disgust at the wolf-rat creatures. "I know not what they are, but I believe we should destroy them as well. They may be alive, but they are still a perversion of the natural order."

She will drop her holy symbol to her chest and draw her mace, and move up to engage the nearest zombie - or, if none are left, the wolf-rat creatures.
 

Willow tries to get a good look at the rat-thing before Alessandra crushes it with her mace. She tries to study its features to see if she can tell just exactly what the thing is, and if it's living or dead... or something else. She arms herself with her halfspear as she inches as close as she needs in order to get a good look.

Slithergleam may think the thing looks like a good meal.
 


Willow thinks the small wolfish-rat hyrbids are some sort of scavenger animals, not abominations. (Knoledge Nature 3+8=11). However, she does not recognize them.

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The animals do not seem hostile, although they growl if anyone comes near their meal.
 

SKorl rolls his shoulders back, and stretches for a long moment before going back to cleaning his blade. He casts a glance at Alessandra, his fangs showing on his smiling face. "No fun, your magic. Kill too many zombies. No time to work up good sweat."
 

Cedric grimaces as he resheathes his blade once more.

"I think we found the villagers. . . and probably the source of our erstwhile patron's madness. Living through this would certainly drive me to the edge. I wonder if anyone survived."
 

Alessandra smiles at Skorl. "Not my magic, it is the God's. And it is needful to lay those poor people to rest. But do not worry - this whole area cannot be filled with undead, so I am sure you will work up a sweat soon. We did hear wolves."

She take a moment to glance around the town. "Indeed, I am unsettled that this town is full of them." She glances at Cedric. "We can hope there were survivors. The zombies did not board up the buildings against themselves, after all. I do wonder why those who went before us did not encounter the undead? Perhaps they gathered together the survivors."
 

Lia mutters prayers in Elven, calling upon the purity and protection of her gods to protect her as she slowly moves around the scavenger beasts, trying to collect her arrows that didn't break. "If it is the entire town... perhaps there is evidence of what did this. Was it a spell or a creature? There must be clues somewhere," she pipes up in her high voice. What arrows collected that can be, she goes back to the group, trying to calm her horse a moment.

"You all did so well! Your swords, your magic, your arrows and prayers... I have found great companions," she adds sincerely, facing them.
 

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