Strahd's "The lost Caverns of Tsojcanth" CLOSED

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Gorash the lonesome

“You must be Gorash. It is said, that you are an expert of the mountains and the surrounding territory. That's why we are here. We could need your help as a guide through the mountain range in the north. We have gold.”

A proudly smile covers his face and you see that several teeth are missing.
Gold you say Gold, I love gold and plenty of it, and you are damn sure about me being an expert, a master I shall say woman, the Lorridges are my home.
He says and glances at the far Yatils behind the Lorridges
But I know the way around the Yatil, although it's been a while for my old bones to walk in the ravines, chasms and the slopes of the Yatils,
What do you seek? .
He turns his look back to you
The southern Yatils is a large area, above and below. I'm charging 1 gold per day and I'll cook on the way also … but
He glances at your horses.
Someone will need to give me a ride on his steed

 

[Thanee]

Allyra

“One gold per day. Seems fair. And the steed is no problem at all. You can have mine for the journey. I'll get me a new one.”

“As for what we are looking for... well... we aren't completely sure about that. We are following some rumors, mostly. Maybe we will be lucky, maybe not.”

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

No, no, you don't need to buy yourself a new horse lady, I meant I will accompany one of you on the horse, two on one horse …
He laughs loudly, coughs and spits on the ground.
When we'll reach the snow, I'll tie my sledge to one of your horses.
He turns to leave.
Wait here, no, wait outside the fence and don't be peek your nose, I need to prepare my stuff.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Maor, Yair's character

Well, although grumpy and annoying he seems trusty enough, beside it, he is a very old dwarf, if he will try to trick us we can take him with little force.
Maor says after the dwarf hurries to his hut
What do you say, shall we give him the map and ask him to take us to the northern locations?

 

[Thanee]

Allyra

“Of course, we respect your privacy.”

While heading outside to wait for the dwarf, Allyra remarks: “We can still wait a few days to get a better hunch on him, before showing him the map. When it's time.”

 

[wmasters]

Turo walks outside cheerfully. "Well, that was easy. Seems like a nice enough fellow. I agree with the map, he can see it as we get near."

 

[Saracor]

"Yes, I think we can wait a few days before showing him the map." Garon adds as the group walks back outside the fence to the horses. "We must be on our guard so far from home without knowing who might be in the employ of our adversaries. Once we get to know him more we can show him the map."

Garon returns to his horse and makes sure his packs are stowed properly and readies for the ride out of town.

"Any takers for riding with our new travelling companion?" Garon adds with a smirk.

 

[wmasters]

Turo smiles. "I fear that Bonzo here may not be able to comfortably carry both Gorash and myself. I fear he must travel with one of you," he says, fondly stroking the pony's neck.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

To the Yatils.

Third Waterday, Coldeven 19/3/600

Packed with stuff and pulling a sledge behind him, the dwarf come out, bars and lock the door and nails a "Beware of Dogs!" sign into the ground in front of the door.
Hop on my horse
Calls Maor and help the old lad
The dwarf secures his belongings to the horse, ties the sledge and climb, you can spot a chain shirt under his cloth, a short sword and heavy crossbow. His other belongings are inside his backpack.

There is an old forgotten path that leads to the north. We'll follow this stream up north.
He points to the now strong stream behind the line of Firs and his hut
It leads to the Falls of mists, there is an abandoned village over there, called Krag farms.
The Old dwarf gazes into the air as he remembers
A peaceful community of fisherman and woodsman lived over there 15 years ago, and then the humanoids came, a horde of Goblinoids descended from the Yatils and destroyed the village, the Goblinoids are no longer exists thanks to a local brigade from Falsridge, they slaughtered them and the others scattered back to the Yatils.
He turns back to you
In the untamed southern mountains to the north dwells a clan of orcs known as the Riverwalkers. They follow the river through the mountains and hills in a nomadic fashion searching for game and wild food. But don't be concerned, the orcs do not bother the people of Triplegate, and sometimes they trade with us.
He scratch his head and wrinkles suddenly appear on his forehead
If my old mind still works, I can recall a path that treads and rise up the falls into the hills and from there to the mountains, but for now, let's arrive to the spire … oh.. the spire.

When you begin to ride the dwarf tell you about the legend of Krag spire.
This unnatural rock formation is an enigma at present. The Krag looks like a long finger of rock sticking out of the side of a mountain at a 70 degree angle in the southern Yatil’s. It’s about 200 feet across and about 400 yards long. The end of it rises out over the valley below and is around a half mile above the valley floor. The end of it appears to have several caves and holes it in but nobody has managed to get to them to explore what is inside. Spells do not work in the area and all who have tried to climb to the end have perished or given up and turned back. The abandoned village is half a mile from the Krag

 

[Thanee]

Allyra

Allyra sits down over her spellbook while the dwarf is preparing his stuff. When Maor offers him a seat on his horse, she repeats, that sharing a horse won't be necessary, and it's probably safer in the mountains as well, when the horses don't have to carry a double load.

With a few simple gestures accompanied by the characteristic arcane syllables, the wizardess casts a spell and moments later a new riding horse complete with saddle and everything appears next to her.

“As I told you, lack of horses won't be our problem.”

With a smile, she offers either her real steed or the conjured one to the dwarf, whatever he prefers.