Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

Lia arrives downstairs fairly early, perhaps not as early as the sun-worshipers, but enough to claim an early breakfast. She retires outside as soon as the sun is fully up, and spends several long moments with her arms outstretched, soaking in the sun's rays, asking quietly for the forces of nature to fill her with their bounty. As her prayers end, a bright hawk dives from the sun to her arm. Chortling, Lia scratches her hawk friend Sikilar, then transfers her to her shoulder.

She'll mount up on her pale horse, spending a few moments to quiet the beast before strapping her belongings down. Now Sikilar grips the cantle of the saddle while Lia brings out her longbow and quiver, and straps her sword within easy reach. As the group makes ready to go, Sikilar takes to the air, while Lia tries to stay near the middle of the group.
 

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At first light, the party moves out towards Barovia and the mad writer seeking saviors.

Jack Morrow, Skorl Darkskull, Nikolai, Rick Swordhand, Cedric, and Willow are walking.

Dareios, Alessandra Exaultiacien, and Lia Nailo are riding on horseback at a casual pace.

Sikilar, Lia's hawk companion, soars in the sky above the party. On the ground, Strider, Dareios' friendly canine companion, barks and races around the party, eager to be off.

Approximately one and a half hours after the party leaves the inn, they enter the Svalich Woods on the Old Road that leads to Barovia.

Strider growls at the woods and does not appear to be eager to enter. The other animals are also apprehensive about entering the woods.

Jack Morrow and Lia Nailo find tracks that indicate that three riders on horseback entered the woods approximately two hours ago.

Jack and Lia also find wolf sign, indications that a large pack of wolves has hunted and prowled over this area for years. But they don't find any recent signs of wolves from the last day or two. Willow thinks the wolf sign came from natural wolves, not the supernatural. Willow thinks that the wolf packs in this area are probably nocturnal hunters.

As the party enters the woods, the Svalich woods begin to lose some of their imposing aspect and the various animal companions begin to act less frightened although they stay close to the humans. The ancient forest consists of aspens, firs, and pines. The tree tops are hidden by mists.

Wildlife thrives in the woods -- deer and rabbits especially. Rats, which replace the usual peeping rodents, are strangely abundant. Jack and Lia continue to find tracks of wolves and also black bears. Ravens and hawks cross the skies by day. Songbirds also flit through the forests.

The light mist in the forest has a variable impact on visibility, limiting visibility to 100' to 200' during the day.

The Old Svalich Road climbs a pass, switchbacking to slow the ascent. From the vantage of the pass, the travelers can observe the Svalich Road as it leads into the fog-shrouded Village of Barovia. The road crosses the River Ivlis, then follows the river's course towards Barovia. A Castle is perched on a 1,000-foot precipice north of the road, brooding over the village.

Toward evening, as the party descends from the pass, they lose sight of the village as they find the mist turning into a fog with much more limited visibility.

Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors about the muddy roadway. A pall of thick, cold mist spreads over the ground. Giant tree trunks stand guard on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mists. In every direction, the fog grows thicker and the forest seems more oppressive.

As dusk falls upon the party, they come upon a pair of open gates across the road. Gray in the fog, high stone pillars loom up from the imposing woods on both sides of the road. Huge iron gates hang from the stonework, dew clinging to their rusting bars. Standing before the pillars are two stone statues of armed guardians with wicked polearms. Their carved heads lie among the weeds at their feet, neatly broken from the stone shoulders.

Strider howls at the sight of the open gates.

After a moment, you hear other howls from far off and deeper in the Svalich woods. The howls of a wolf pack. Willow believes that the wolves who responded to Strider's howl are several miles away.

The village of Barovia is hidden by the fog and the forest, but it must be very close now. Perhaps it lies just beyond these ancient gates.
 

Dareios, who almost overslept the group's departure in the morning, has kept silent and onto himself for most of the day, though I react with friendliness when he is spoken to.

Should one of his companions tire or get exhausted, he will offer his horse, the black Dammerung.

He has observed Strider's nervous behaviour with growing unease and kept his sword out of the scabbard while following his dog.

He has tried to glance over to beautiful Lia some times, but blushed and looked away whenever she noticed.

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As the party arrives at these ancient gates, Dareios commands his dog to come to his side, and shouldn't he have done it earlier, dismount and walks towards the broken statues.

If possible, he will turn the heads of the statues and check if the faces are human.

If there's nothing unusual, he cleans his throat, and addresses the others:

"Let's go on. Spooky around here, isn't it? - I certainly would like to be out of the wilderness after nightfall."
 

"Boo and I are ready for a fight, The wolves run as the sight of hamster. Yes lets get into to town soon the wolves according to Willow are miles away and no threat. Maybe theres money to be made in town. Let press onward, but be wary this is a strange wood."
 

Skorl has easily kept pace with the group, moving fairly swiftly despite his armor and heavy pack. Indeed, he has often jogged ahead and then jogged back, just to "break a sweat" as he put it. Now, with the gate ahead and the wolves howling in the forest, he has slowed down, his eyes searching for any sign of danger.

"Wolves not scary. But fog dangerous. Could hide ambush. Keep ready!" Then, with a final look around, the half-orc moves forward, passing through the gates.
 

Willow moves up to the opening and looks through the other side, without actually walking through just yet. She's hoping her elven sight will discover anything out of the ordinary. Well, any more out of the ordinary, anyway.

She leans forward at the waist a little, with one hand reaching out behind her, her bony fingers splayed into the air. Jack recognizes this as a sign to hold, and be at the ready, but she doesn't bother explaining to the others.
 
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Alessandra frowns at the scenery. "Quite a dreary place, is it not?" She touches her holy symbol with one gauntleted hand, then nudges her mount through the portal, following the half-orc.
 


Cedric looks warily up at the headless statues as he follows the others through the gates. He checks his sword in its sheath reflexively, but resists keeping it drawn as he walks into the fog. Oddly, the thought of Boo scaring off wolves actually reassures him somewhat. Or at least while he's laughing to himself, his mind isn't on the eerie surroundings.


[sblock=ooc]Cedric will pull out his everburning torch as needed to prevent stumbling over his own feet.[/sblock]
 

Skorl moves into the point position, ahead of the group. His companions' light will only spoil his darkvision, so he keeps it at his back.
 

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