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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3494854" data-attributes="member: 36973">OOC: Kolyan Indrovich was the Burgomaster of Barovia according to your letter and Ismark.Urik nods at Ashlyn, a smile on his face. "Yes, we shall speak of it. But, as your hairy friend suggests, we best check on the others."Worn from their recent encounters, the party forms around the doors of the church, expecting violence. Urik against one said, Khensu on the other and Daellin down the hall, Jarrith quickly opens the doors and ducks aside, prepared for anything. But there is nothing but mists and silence.Cautiously, the group makes their way from the Church, gathering their mounts; Bergeron and Ashlyn's companions are placed carefully atop several of them. Marching back into town, the group keeps trying to feel a change in the air---the warmth of a sunbeam or the call of a bird. Anything to indicate their success. But---nothing. They may have had a victory, but the land was still as it was.Soon, the group comes to the intersection where they fought the ghasts and zombies. Their remains lie still, untouched by carrion birds. But out of the mists emerge two figures, both immediatly recognizable. The first, carrying his ichor-stained weapon before him, is Ladreth, the orcish caravan mercenary. He bears more wounds from a recent scuffle. Behind him, somewhat surprisingly, is the fur-draped form of Ismark, the Burgomaster's son. He walks straight enough to indicate he has only barely touched his cups this morning.Upon seeing each other, the two groups stop. Ismark's eyes narrow a moment, especially when seeing Sir Urik, and his voice has a tinge of suspicion on it. "I see you have... returned. And what have you found?"</blockquote>

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