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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3327467" data-attributes="member: 36973">The noble looks at the gathered party, seemlying coming out of his thoughts. He is a bit confused a moment. "Karrnath? I do not know of this place you speak. We have tales of a great Conquerer, Karrn the Mighty, but a land of his own? No."He shakes his head, dismissing the subject. "No, the undead have a different source. Barovia... it is a cursed place. There are dark powers here, best left unspoken of." He looks to the north a moment, then back at the others. "Our priest, Danovich, warded the town and its church, but his vigil has ceased. Near a month ago, his only son Doru was slain by brigands on Old Svalich Road. It was brutal what they did to that poor boy. Danovich... he broke at the sight. I believe he went mad from grief. Ever since, the Church has been boarded up, and Danovich vanished." He takes another drink. "But, it was not longer after this that the zombies began to walk." He gestures with the glass to the door. "Even with that strong willed woman out front, if nothing else is done, we'll all be dead in a matter of days."Ismark coughs, a violent paroxysm, and wipes what appears to be blood on his coat. After clearing his throat, he continues, staring at the exit where Ashlyn holds her vigil. "Her two 'Lightbringer' brethren, supposed undead hunters, went to the church two days ago. We have heard nothing since. I told them to see Madam Eva first---the woman is wiser than any of us. Most likely they too walk the walk of the damned. They'll likely be the ones to finally fell that holy warrior, their failed hands at her throat." He chuckles grimly at his dark humor.He waves his free hand again. "That is all I know of these things. Me? I'm going to sit here and drink. Go speak to Madam Eva if you want help---she's west of town. But I can do nothing. A burgomaster soon without a village, that is what I am." He raises his glass in a mock toast. "To Ismark the Lesser, failed son!" He downs the glass and then spits part of it on the floor with a dark look northward. "If you can help, do. I can do nothing."</blockquote>

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