Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

[Pyrex]

Nikolai listens to the discussion, pondering what they should do next.

"I believe that first we must tend to the living; then to the dead once they're safe. I think our best chance of both learning more about what is happening here and attending to the task that drew us here is to rescue Ireena from the mansion.

However, given the battle we faced getting to the Inn, I'm not sure we could survive a nighttime trip across town; we should proabably wait until dawn."

 

[Rhun]

Skorl grins at Nikolai. "We survive trip. I kill zombies."

 

[Endur]

Ismark adds, "My sister can be quite stubborn. She refused to leave my father's body to join us here in the inn for fear of it being desecrated while she was gone. I wish you luck, but I do not think you will be able to persuade her to abandon my father's body.

"Nor do I think you will find it easy to persuade any Barovian to travel outside at night."

Ashlyn, having entered the inn after repairing the barricade, adds, "But what about Mathilda and Thendrick? We must find out what happened to them and the village priest."

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Alessandra heals Darieos, Ricven, and Skorl of all of their wounds

Dareios bows before Alexandra. "Thank you, mylady, for saving my life. I will wait and see if I ever find a way to repay you this debt."

"Although my father did not show me his letter, I know that my father gave his message to Jeref Maurgan, a man he trusted with his life. Jeref left twelve days ago and has not returned. His wife Helena is upstairs with the rest of Jeref's family, praying for his safe return and our deliverance. We feared the worst until you arrived."[/color]

Dareios has listened with his usual military look of discipline and determination.

"What did Jeref Maurgan look like?" He asks, looking straight into Ismark's eyes.

If he is asked to vote where to go, Dareios will opt to visit the cemetery by day and now to go for the girl - after all, that's what the party is supposed to accomplish here.

 

[Endur]

Ismark responds, "Jeref is thick and stocky, with broad shoulders, black hair, and a mustache. If you want to know what clothes he was wearing when he left, you should ask his wife."

 

[Dirk]

Rick is absorbing all the information and debating in his mind what to do.

"I say we save the girl at first light, then see to the cementary."

ooc: Endur can i get an answer from this earlier.

After getting answers from the party he begins to talk to the barkeep.

Exactly how many people lived in the town before and how many are still alive? Shouldn't that give us a good estimate on the number of zombies walking about. Also is there a general store somewhere that we can attempt to raid for supplies and goods?

 

[Rhun]

Skorl runs a hand through his long black hair. Several of his many braids, tied with iron and bone beads, are starting to come undone. "What about party at cemetary? Might be trap, but corpse eaters might be allies. Help with zombie menace." The half-orc shrugs. "I go now, or later. Skorl always ready."

 

[Endur]

After getting answers from the party he begins to talk to the barkeep.

Exactly how many people lived in the town before and how many are still alive? Shouldn't that give us a good estimate on the number of zombies walking about. Also is there a general store somewhere that we can attempt to raid for supplies and goods?

The barkeep hands Rick a bucket and solemnly says, "Will you please go fill up this bucket with water from the village well? I'll trade you an answer for every bucket of water you bring back.

"I'll even pay you in advance for three buckets of water. Over five hundred people lived in the Village of Barovia. At least two hundred are in my inn right now. I'm not counting Vistani, because they didn't live here. Bildrath's General Mercantile is across the square on the other side of the well. He and his stockboy Perriwimple are guarding the store against the zombies."

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Ismark responds, "Jeref is thick and stocky, with broad shoulders, black hair, and a mustache. If you want to know what clothes he was wearing when he left, you should ask his wife."

Dareios looks fairly sceptical. "The person that brought us this letter? - Did that guy look like this Jeref, companions? - I'd rather say no."

As Dareios hears the barkeeper mock Rick, he turns to him, giving a look of uttermost hate...

 

[Dirk]

Rick says in an obvious sarcastic manner.

"Well, Barkeep, I could go to the next town and bring water back from that well if you like, its more than likely not teeming with rotting zombie flesh. Or you can go destroy a few dozen zombies, in the dark, in the fog, for a drink."

Rick doesn't even wait for a response before leaving the bar and heads over to the group.

"Ungrateful that one, its a shame really, but they are under a lot of stress."

Ricks voice takes a sterner tone,

"What is the parties decision? Rest for the night and save the girl in the morning?"