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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3641096" data-attributes="member: 36973">[Last chance to update your equipment 'fore you leave. Also, if any of you wish to switch around your memorized spells, now is the time to do so.]Janis takes some time to refreshen herself after her vigil, and the stunned Arik manages to put together something suitable for the large beast making its home in the town square. Children occasionally come by to gawk and gape, and a few adults do the same though more surreptitiously.As Jarrith is gathering their mounts, he notices some of the colorful Visanti loitering near the Well, apparently lost in discussion. However, he is sure they occasionally carefully look over in the group's direction, apparently discretely interested in the goings-on.About an hour before noon, the party is ready to depart. The mists, as always, hang over everything, though they are not as claustrophobic as they will be in the cooler parts of the day. They leave without ceremony, and are soon on the old Barovian road, this time towards Lysaga Hill. They pass the river without incident, and see at least a few of the farms have signs of life now. Old Man Andrzej glares at them unwelcomingly as they pass, one of his large sons helping him this morning. His eyes seem drawn to the large bear, and the look is even less friendly than before. The crossroad is empty this time, the mists dancing slowly about the graves of the damned.Turning away from the road to the Visanti camp and their strange Seer, the group begins to climb into the hills at the edge of the valley. The forest is sparse here, mostly westward, and the high walls to one side of the road are a bit claustrophobic. Then, the the west, is the groups destination. The forest parts around a large hill, a spur of bare rock jutting up from the earth. Near the hill's highest point, a blackened tower of crumbling stone can be seen, the ruins of some ancient site. Storm clouds churn in the sky overhead, bring a stark winter's chill with them.[You are at the base of the hill, a steep 900 ft. climb at its more direct approach (from the east). If you wished to bring the horses, you will need to find a smoother route--the map indicates one may be available further up the road (from the north).</blockquote>

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