Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

[Legildur]

(assuming we waited for Dareios to stable his horse) "I presume that is the dining hall?" Ismark suggests as he gestures towards the open doors with the wafting music. He looks down at his armor and sighs again at his condition. However, times are tough. "Shall we?" he offers and moves forward towards the double doors, the tell-tale sound of moving armor plates and heavy boots echoing lightly through the hall.

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

If he hadn't done this earlier, Dareios draws his sword and readies his shield.
Should Cyrus try to intervene, the young mercenary will threaten or kill him.

Then, his face still hidden under his hood, he follows Ismark, without a word.

 

[Legildur]

Ismark scowls at Dareios. "I don't think that is necessary," he says in a low voice as he pauses in his advance.

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Dareios makes no move to lower his weapons.

"Look at the cobwebs. This place wasn't cleaned up in a long time. Yet we hear music and feasting. Something is wrong."

 

[Legildur]

Ismark the lesser twirls one end of his moustache as he considers Daeios' suspicions. "Things are strange around here, but this is the Count you speak of," he says. "Very well. Have it your way. But allow me, as the local official, to enter first and make introductions before you do something stupid."

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

"So be it."

Dareios nods briefly and waves the point of his blade towards the door.

 

[industrygothica]

A bit confused, Willow stays back and lets the two make their presence, and their intentions, known before she enters. Something about walking into a dining hall with a sword drawn just doesn't set well with her, though she doesn't totally disagree with his reasoning.

 

[hafrogman]

Cedric looks dubiously at Dareios's paranoia. Obviously this place was getting to him. Who knows what lay beyond, deeper in the castle. But if they weren't already going to be attacked, it seems now certain that they will provoke one.

He sighs heavily, but says nothing as he follows the others.

 

[Rhun]

Skorl lets out a low chuckle and smiles (baring his fangs) at Dareios' actions. He quickly moves to follow Ismark, his heavy boots echoing of the flagstones. The half-orc is most anxious to meet the lord of this keep, dine on a hearty meal, and perhaps discuss the history of warcraft over dinner.

 

[Voadam]

She then turns her attention to Jack. "We mustn't jump to conclusions," she says, absentmindedly touching her holy symbol. "I am as disturbed as you are about the tome we found in the priest's possession -- but many nobles collect ancient and obscure books without recognizing what they truly are. Our host is likely just such a man."

Jack snorts but says. "Likely so." His eyes do not look trusting though, or particularly willing to give the Count the benefit of the doubt.

"Dareios, he's playing music, not waiting with a bow drawn. There is something wrong, but it is not an immediate threat. The whole land here is under a Curse. We need to learn more to get to the heart of the matter. That is most important." He proceeds in with the others, no weapons drawn, more intent on gaining information than worrying about ambushes from people playing on instruments.