Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

[Le Noir Faineant]

Dareios' bottle is finally empty.

Mildly annoyed, he walks over to Ismark, plant himself before the burgomaster, and demands:

"I feel useless. Give me a work! I'll gladly do anything you order as long as I don't have to stay stopped like this!"

[I take that the group is staying until Ismark is ready.]

 

[Kafkonia]

"I will help you, Ismark," Alessandra offers. "There is more to doing good than slaying evil, and my hands can hold a hammer as well as they can hold a weapon."

 

[Rhun]

Skorl looks a little bit happier at the prospect of building. It may not be as good as fighting, but if it required strenuous activity, it was good in the half-orc's mind.

 

[Endur]

The adventurers work the rest of the day and help the local burgomaster in rebuilding several of the damaged homes.

Yet one day's efforts are not enough to repair the damage that was done.

As dawn breaks on the next day, Ismark realizes that there is more work to be done before the village will be back the way it was.

 

[Legildur]

"A start has been made, but I think we need to resume our other activities to provide security to Barovia," Ismark says over breakfast.

"The villagers now know what to do, in meantime, I think we hunt evil witches."

"But first, let's see if Gertrude has made her own way home," he suggests.

 

[Voadam]

Jack

"The curse is the biggest problem. The whole land lies under it. We must investigate that. I'm sure you would have been told if the girl had returned. I say we go straight to the fortune teller. Now."

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Dareios after one night of deep sleep, yawns and adjusts his armour.

"Let's go! I am eager to do something! I miss the action. These ignorant peasants tire me."

 

[Rhun]

Skorl doesn't sleep well at all, haunted by nightmares; both of this accursed land, and the horrors of his homeland. The half-orc awakes in a cold sweat, comforted to see the dawning light shining ourside.

Waking and washing quickly, Skorl oils and polishes his weapons and armor before donning them. Hefting his pack, he moves to join the others.

 

[Endur]

The crowd of peasants awaiting outside the inn to greet Ismark is twice as large as it was the day before. Their list of woes is long.

 

[Rhun]

Skorl growls low in his throat at the sight of all the villagers. At this rate, he would be old and feeble before he ever got to draw his sword again. That was not the way of the warrior. Perhaps his companions wouldn't notice if he went off on his own into the woods to hunt some wolves. The trials of the wild was the warrior's calling.