Strahd's "RttToEE" CLOSED

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

The wagon

Inspecting the creature Lenuran remembers he read about one in a public library in Greyhawk, this creature is called Grick. It's a worm like creature with a beak and octopus like tentacles jutting from his forehead. They are tend to live underground and don’t posses much threat to a skilled fighter but they are hard to hurt, due to their thick skin and magical nature.
To Miltiades's skilled eyes the creature's doesn't ring a bell, he never saw such an interesting creature. Turning the ocher robed humans he spot severe wounds, caused by sharp talon and sharp teeth, something tore the human's body and left them to die, every human carries a dagger, a small pouch with 5 gold coins and a black up sided triangle symbol, the symbol of the elemental evil you guess, same as those you found in the moathouse. who ever they were, the wagon on the road is pointed to where the moathouse supposed to be.
The kid's investigation reveals it's might be the dragon's attack, the burned wagon, the talon's wounds, could be … It's been two days since you defeated the dragon, enough time for a supreme wyrm to heal some of her wounds and seek revenge.
On the wagon itself you find remains of burned hay and few crates and kegs, on of the kegs lies on the road, the content is spilled, probably some cheap wine.

 

[Voadam]

"We could use the robes to try and infiltrate the Keep and possibly move among its denizens inside."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

The robes are quite torn and a little scorched.

 

[Rhun]

"My friends," says Lenuran, his eyes scanning the skies, "If the blue wyrm has returned, we had best make haste to restore Korbryn. His blade was prominent in helping us defeat the creature the first time around, and I should not like to encounter that beast again without him by our side."

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Right. I agree." Ithiken says, then moves back to his horse ready to mount. "At least to our advantage, we don't need to re-enter the moathouse itself even if the blue dragon has returned. We can probably reach Korbryn the back way without even alerting it to our presence. Let's get going!"

 

[stonegod]

The Kid nods, and prepares to lead everyone around to the other entrance.

 

[Voadam]

Miltiades gets back on his mount to join the others, hoping to avoid the dragon's attentions as well.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Riding for another half an hour you finally reach the ruined keep, except for the howling wind of twilight time between the crumbling stones the area is oddly quite.
Whenever the blue dragon is around or not you spot nothing.
Following the squashed path of the reeds you left in the previous time, you find easily the flooded entrance of the small mound, crawling and knelling in the flooded tunnels you keep on and reach the corridors and rooms, the place is shadowy and the foul smell still hangs in the air, in the middle of the rooms, besides the nests and the turkey like creature stands a marvelous statue of a dwarf. His weapon, up in the air, ready to chop someone.

*Please note who carries the light
*Those who ride on horses, please note where you leave'm

 

[stonegod]

Keeping to where he can see down the hall, daggers in hand, the Kid lets the mage go to work.

OOC: The Kid needs his hands, so no light on him. He'll hide Skirmish near the entrance as best he can.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Having left his steed with the others up near the entrance to the secret staircase, Ithiken walks with the group into the tunnels. With his hands free to cast and light hopefully coming from one of the others, he reaches the stone dwarf and looks it over. "I've been reading this scroll over and over, practicing the sounds and the hand motions. It's not going to be easy. The vocal incantations involve some glottal stops that my throat isn't used to, while at the same time tracing some highly intricate patterns in the air. I've never really tried working magic like this. I hope it all works out."

He pats the dwarf on the shoulder. "Sorry about this Korbryn, if I don't get it right."

He pulls out the arcane scroll from the case on his belt, spends a few more minutes reading the words and practicing the hand motions, then takes a deep breath.

"Okay. Here goes nothing."

And Ithiken then begins.