Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

Skorl shrugs as he tries to follow the conversation back and forth. These people cared too much for labels and such. Either something is your enemy, or it isn't. At least, that is the way the half-orc saw things. He smiles up at his companions, his sharp fangs showing. "No worry. If bad, I kill. If good, they help us."
 

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Alessandra watches the exchange with an unreadable expression on her face. Unreadable, that is, save for what may be an amused glint in her eye.
 

Rhun said:
Skorl shrugs as he tries to follow the conversation back and forth. These people cared too much for labels and such. Either something is your enemy, or it isn't. At least, that is the way the half-orc saw things. He smiles up at his companions, his sharp fangs showing. "No worry. If bad, I kill. If good, they help us."

Jack nods. "Right. Let's press on then."
 

Pyrex said:
Then, turning towards Willow, "But Willow, you must also be willing to accept that there are those who call themselves Druid who do not limit themselves to the magic of the Green. Any who ally themselves with evil must be stopped, no matter how they name themselves."

"Please do not mistake me for a naive child, Ashlyn," I know full well what druids are capable of--I am one, afterall, and I've seen more of it in my time than your human years will ever allow. But when imbeciles such as this can so offhandedly dismiss something they obviously couldn't begin to understand, and consider us the same as the undead who slew my circle, he should be dealt with swiftly and justly. Perhaps then will he realize the difference."

Willow finally lowers her crossbow and catches up to Jack and Skorl, refusing to look back.
 


Skorl continues to lead the way down the track, jogging out in front of his companions. He pauses every few hundred feet to sniff the air, cock his head and listen, and carefully survey the land ahead. After a few moments of this, he continues down the track.
 

Jack takes point with Willow and Skorl, his eyes searching for signs of things amiss. While he seems to be losing the graces of human interaction in his obsession with the Curse, his wilderness skills and perceptions of the physical world seem as sharp as ever.
 

The party continues past the crossroads. The party travels until they find the Vistani camp near the Ivlis river.

The canopy of mist and branches overhead suddenly gives way to open sky-- though the sky is black with rolling storm clouds. A circle of colorful wagons and a scattering of tents are ranged around a dancing bonfire. A handful of men and women in colorful garb sit quietly near the wagons. Beyond this camp, a small lake reflects the angry sky overhead.

The party sees four wagons, a half dozen tents, and perhaps a dozen people moving around the camp.
 



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