Strahd's "RttToEE" CLOSED

[Voadam]

"Let us check out the hostel first, it looks like the soundest structure here should the storm break upon us."

 

[Rhun]

Korbryn grunts to Miltiades and leads the way toward the hostel. His weapon is not drawn, but it looks as though the dwarf is expecting trouble.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Lenuran of Lortmills

"Well, I do recall that the local tavern, if you could call it that -- more like a brothel or fighting arena, was run by a man named Rentsch, or was it a shady fellow named Wat?" Lenuran rests his fingers on his chin for a moment, while lost in thought.

"Regardless, 'twas nothing more than a sham front for supplying the original temple with soldiers and supplies, I think."

"It should hopefully give us shelter, if we need it, from the elements."

He chuckles after a moment.

"Get it? Elements?" Lenuran loses himself in a hearty chuckle for a moment.

"I need to write that down."

 

[DEFCON 1]

Ithiken grins at the gnome's play on words, and his mind quickly races to catch up. "You know Lenuran... I sometimes think you're mental. Get it? Mental?" He blinks once, then quietly follows the others to the hostel.

 

[Voadam]

Miltiades winces at the "puns" but does not deride them. He can be heard muttering quietly to himself "Serenity." through slightly clenched teeth though.

 

[stonegod]

The Kid shakes his head at the discussion, but focuses on the job. He puts up a hand to indicate the dwarf to wait while he stealthily scouts the outside of the building, looking carefully inside before giving the clear signal.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Waterside Hostel

The wind flings the hostel's door open back and forth, a squeaking sound can be heard from the rusted hinges. The inside quickly reveals that it was a tavern and inn years ago. Now, dust-covered tables, some overturned, occupy the main room along with a number of wooden chairs and a bar. Someone carved with a dagger on the wall "Zirat and Sir Merrick were here".
Shattered glass and splintered wood cover the ancient sawdust and straw on the floor.
The building's shape is like a "T", to the left lies the main room, to the right lies the bar and the stairs to the second floor.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Ithiken glances around and crinkles his nose at the dirt. "Where to, gents? To the left and scout on the main hall first? Or do you want to just leave this place since it looks as though no one's here anyway?"

 

[s@squ@tch]

Lenuran of Lortmills

"Hmm, Sir Merrick and Zirat......" Lenuran thinks about those names for a moment.

OOC: Bardic Knowledge Check on those to see if he knows anything

 

[Voadam]

Miltiades is struck by an odd sense of deja vu for a moment but shakes it off. Responding to the elf he says "This may be the best place for us to seek shelter within this abandoned village. We should make sure it is safe before proceeding on."