Strahd_Von_Zarovich
First Post
To the Moathouse
I assumed you travel with your horses for calculating miles
Leaving the catastrophic events behind in the village but bearing the tragedy in your minds while you travel on the road you make your way to the abandon fort called the moathouse.
When the temple of elemental evil was built, this keep arose to mark the western border of their wicked influence, since then the temple fell twice but the moathouse was the first to fall. Now the keep is a ruined place, home to wild animals and annoying insects or at least that what you have been told by the murderer Mr. Gastesh.
You leave a couple of hours before noon, the skies are cloudy and the temperature is low enough for a pleasant journey although the foul smell of the bogs that fill your nostrils is quite irritating.
In the mixture of farmland, rocky scrub hills and occasionally moors you spot deer, badgers and quails. After two hours traveling you notice a man walking on the road toward you, the man looks grizzled and dirty, carrying a bag full of pelts in his right hand, on his shoulder he carries a dead quail and a loosely swords hangs from his belt.
I assumed you travel with your horses for calculating miles
Leaving the catastrophic events behind in the village but bearing the tragedy in your minds while you travel on the road you make your way to the abandon fort called the moathouse.
When the temple of elemental evil was built, this keep arose to mark the western border of their wicked influence, since then the temple fell twice but the moathouse was the first to fall. Now the keep is a ruined place, home to wild animals and annoying insects or at least that what you have been told by the murderer Mr. Gastesh.
You leave a couple of hours before noon, the skies are cloudy and the temperature is low enough for a pleasant journey although the foul smell of the bogs that fill your nostrils is quite irritating.
In the mixture of farmland, rocky scrub hills and occasionally moors you spot deer, badgers and quails. After two hours traveling you notice a man walking on the road toward you, the man looks grizzled and dirty, carrying a bag full of pelts in his right hand, on his shoulder he carries a dead quail and a loosely swords hangs from his belt.
