Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft


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Jack starts healing the wounded, starting with Willow, his face slightly flushed and his brow sweat drenched. "It does not end now. The vistani seer may be able to say what is at the heart of the curse on this land. The Liber was a part of the problem, and the priest's journal carried part of its taint. I will burn the journal when a fire is made. But the problem is bigger than the Liber's taint, it is a curse upon the land itself. We should visit her camp and find out her cryptic vision of the curse."
 

Legildur said:
"It is my people being savaged," Ismark growls. "I will do what I can to remove the burden. I have been idle too long."

Dareios walks to Ismark's side, and pats him on the shoulder with his bloody hand, leaving red marks over the warrior's clothing.

"Your house seems like a safe place to dwell. What about if we make our base of operations there? The inn is too crowded for my taste."

Voadam said:
Jack starts healing the wounded, starting with Willow, his face slightly flushed and his brow sweat drenched. "It does not end now. The vistani seer may be able to say what is at the heart of the curse on this land. The Liber was a part of the problem, and the priest's journal carried part of its taint. I will burn the journal when a fire is made. But the problem is bigger than the Liber's taint, it is a curse upon the land itself. We should visit her camp and find out her cryptic vision of the curse."

"Yes, Jack. Tomorrow. - Let's leave for safe spot and cure our wounds there until everyone can fight again. And then, tonight, at witchin' hour, let us go hunting."
 

Skorl nods at Ivid's wounds, the half-orc all too ready for another battle against these foul creatures. To the half-orc, combat and physical prowess was a way of proving oneself, and Skorl felt that he had dishonored himself and let down his companions during this last battle. The feeling did not set well with the large warrior. He looked forward to the chance to prove his worth, and make up for his failure.
 

Cedric can only shrug and sigh. He shakes his head at the enthusiasm for the hunt demonstrated by some of his companions, but at heart they are correct. The people of the village stand no chance against such an wave of death. Those who can fight have a duty to do so.

"Are we done here? There seems nothing left to discover."
 




party status
good: Cedric, Lia, Allesandra
Dareios (-4): 5 charges of clw wand
Skorl (-2, ghoul fever): 2 charges of clw wand
Jack (-1, ghoul fever): 2 charges of clw wand
Willow (-1, ghoul fever): 5 charges of clw wand
Ashlyn: lay on hands 11, 1 charge of clw wand
Ismark (-2): 4 charges of clw wand

total: 19 charges of clw wand
 

The party arrives at the manor while it is still daylight, although the day is darkening and the sun is about to set behind the mountains.

In front of the manor is a large black coach pulled by a team of black horses.

A stooped old man in dark somber clothing stands beside the coach. Ismark recognizes the man as Cyrus Balcescu, the count's aged man servant.

"Ahh, Master Ismark. And you are entertaining the brave heroes who saved Barovia. Very good. Very good.

"The count has invited you to dinner this very night. He wishes to reward the heroes who saved the village and confirm you in your new position as Burgomaster of Barovia.

"Let us be off before the sun sets."


The man climbs aboard the coach and takes hold of the reins while gesturing for the heroes to climb inside the coach.
 

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