Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

[Rhun]

Skorl looks about at his companions, and raises an eyebrow in surprise. The timing of the coach's arrival seems a bit suspect to the half-orc, but after a minute, the large warrior simply shrugs. "Not dressed to meet count. But will go with friends."

 

[Legildur]

"The Count does not entertain," Ismark mumbles to the others. Looking down at his current garb and it's condition, he hardly feels he is a fit shape to accept the invitation. But he gets the feeling that the Count won't tolerate delays under these circumstance and moves to alight the coach.

 

[Rhun]

Skorl follows after Ismark, climbing into the coach and removing both his blades from his back so that he can sit comfortably within.

 

[industrygothica]

Confused, Willow steps inside the coach alongside Ismark and Skorl. If nothing else, she figures the castle should offer some safety from the darkness.


ooc: Are those with Ghoul Fever aware of their condition yet?

 

[Endur]

ooc: Are those with Ghoul Fever aware of their condition yet?

Lia is suspicious about how some of the wounds are healing, but no one else has noticed anything (heal check 11+10=21).

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

"Where's Ireena?" Dareios eyes th ecount's servant with suspicion.

"So, one day after the undead plague has been banned, the count is already having a party? - If you don't mind, I'd prefer riding on my own horse. I don't want to leave it here. I already lost my dog to the undead."

Dareios will haste to get his horse, and then spurn Dammerung after the others.

 

[Endur]

Cryrus responds to Dareios' question, "Ireena is in her house."

The party rides in the coach up the mountain trails towards the legendary castle. Dareios follows along on Dammerung.

After passing through the craggy peaks, the road takes a sudden turn to the east and the startling presence of Castle Ravenloft towers before you Twin guardhouses of turreted stone watch over the approach, broken from years of use and exposure. Beyond these, a wide chasm gapes between the balinok cliffs and the walls of Ravenloft, disappearing into the fog shrouded distance far below. The lowered drawbridge of old wooded beams hangs precariously between you and the arched entrance to the castle courtyard. The chains of the drawbridge creak in the wind, their rust-eaten iron straining with the weight. From atop the high strong walls, stone gargoyles stare at you from hollow sockets and grin hideously. A rotting wooden portcullis, green with growth, hangs in the entry tunnel. Beyond this the main doors of Castle Ravenloft stand open, a rich warm light spilling onto the courtyard.

Cyrus drives the team across the creaking draw bridge at great speed and then pulls to a halt in front of the main doors to Castle Ravenloft.

Cyrus says, "The Master will be expecting you in the Dining Hall. After you pass through the entry hall, turn to the right and it will be the first room on your right.
"I will stable your horse, Dareios."

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

"Thank you, Cryrus. Wher are the stables, just in case that I want to get something from my saddlebags later?"

Dareios seems nervous and vigilant. He approaches Cedric and lays his iron gauntlet on the rogue's shoulder. "No guards can be seen. - This either means that they are very good or that the count just has none. In either case, we better keep our eyes open."

With a last look towards Cryrus, and his left hand laying on his sword, and with a calm expression on his face, Dareios pushes the gate open and enters.

 

[Legildur]

"Most unusual," Ismark says quietly to no one in particular in his gravelly voice. "But these are most unusual times," he adds as he moves off into the castle itself, following Cryrus' directions.

 

[Rhun]

SKorl replaces his blades across his back as he steps out of the carriage and into the courtyard. He nods as he looks around, as if in approval. "Good fortifications," he says. Seeing the others enter the keep, the half-orc hurries to join them.