Under raging storm clouds, a lone figure stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft. The vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich stares down a sheer cliff at the village below. A cold, bitter wind spins dead leaves about him, billowing his cape in the darkness.
Lightning splits the clouds overhead, casting stark white light across him. Strahd turns to the sky, revealing the angular muscles of his face and hands. He has a look of power — and of madness. His once handsome face is contorted by a tragedy darker than the night itself.
Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires. The wind’s howling increases as Strahd turns his gaze back to the village. Far below, yet not beyond his ken, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain. Strahd’s face forms a twisted smile as his dark plan unfolds. He knew they were coming, and he knows why they have come — all according to his plan. He, the master of Ravenloft, will attend to them.
Another lightning flash rips through the darkness, its thunder echoing through the castle’s towers. But Strahd is gone. Only the howling of the wind — or perhaps a lone wolf — fills the midnight air. The master of Ravenloft is having guests for dinner. And you are invited.
Party guest. AKA Patch, Patch is a Tabaxi, bright yellow fur, a cats nose and ears, a tail along with a green piercing eye. Her left eye is covered by an eye patch and next to is a long thin scar along the check. She is a generally playful person and curious like most Tabaxi. She is stealthy and has lived on the streets for a while know, and the invitation while odd was not something Patch would turn down.
Having been hired to root out a group of bandits that have been raiding the trading caravans, the party sets out from the town of Port Lhast. As you travel along all seems normal and it should not be long before you happen upon the spot that the bandits have set up ambushes in the past. As the party set up camp for the night all seems normal except for a thin layer of mist. Although it happens gradually the weather begins to change and soon the night sky becomes overcast, a thick fog rolling in as if you were at sea. The fire starts to sputter slowly as the party drifts off to sleep.
Come the next morning upon waking, the party will see that their very surroundings have changed. No longer are they in the sparsely forested camp they had set up the night before. Instead they find themselves in a thick wood surrounded by large tress that seem to sway as if possessed by a ghost. Like the night before there is a thick fog that obscures the vision of even those with the sharpest eyes in all directions.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Does anybody know where we are? What's the last thing each of you can remember? For me it was going to bed last night, I don't remember anything after that...
Matrick slowly stands, leaving his bedding on the ground for the moment and glances around. Upon noticing something has happened he settles into a moment of prayer. "Lathander, bringer of Light and New Beginnings. I ask your blessing for the road put before us this day.". The literal moment he is done he casts Create Bonfire and brings out some travel cook wear pans, spices, and salt cured meat. He rinses the meat lightly with his Waterskin, seasons it and sets the food to cook while he packs his things up.
"Breakfast will be ready soon friends, who knows when we'll next have a chance at a decent meal."
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Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
The fire flairs to life as the cantrip is cast, sputtering in the heavy fog. While it casts light it does not travel much farther then ten to fifteen feet at the fog if not even less then that. The woods seem eerily silent except for the occasional gust of wind that blows through the trees.
As before other then the sounds of the wind the only other noises come from the party themselves. The fog still shows no signs of abating as it presses down around them.
(Joye) You do not feel anything in the fog other then a vague feeling of strange magic in the fog around you. You get the sense that it would be unwise to mess about with it to much.
Under raging storm clouds, a lone figure stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft. The vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich stares down a sheer cliff at the village below. A cold, bitter wind spins dead leaves about him, billowing his cape in the darkness.
Lightning splits the clouds overhead, casting stark white light across him. Strahd turns to the sky, revealing the angular muscles of his face and hands. He has a look of power — and of madness. His once handsome face is contorted by a tragedy darker than the night itself.
Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires. The wind’s howling increases as Strahd turns his gaze back to the village. Far below, yet not beyond his ken, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain. Strahd’s face forms a twisted smile as his dark plan unfolds. He knew they were coming, and he knows why they have come — all according to his plan. He, the master of Ravenloft, will attend to them.
Another lightning flash rips through the darkness, its thunder echoing through the castle’s towers. But Strahd is gone. Only the howling of the wind — or perhaps a lone wolf — fills the midnight air. The master of Ravenloft is having guests for dinner. And you are invited.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Party guest. AKA Patch, Patch is a Tabaxi, bright yellow fur, a cats nose and ears, a tail along with a green piercing eye. Her left eye is covered by an eye patch and next to is a long thin scar along the check. She is a generally playful person and curious like most Tabaxi. She is stealthy and has lived on the streets for a while know, and the invitation while odd was not something Patch would turn down.
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Read my short description in the chat. This post is mainly to book mark the game thread.
I will introduce Joye in the chat.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Shankelhorn is ready.
Just getting this into my history so it will show when changes are made.
Lot's of stuff ...
Hay DM can I run a little home brew rule past you
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
Having been hired to root out a group of bandits that have been raiding the trading caravans, the party sets out from the town of Port Lhast. As you travel along all seems normal and it should not be long before you happen upon the spot that the bandits have set up ambushes in the past. As the party set up camp for the night all seems normal except for a thin layer of mist. Although it happens gradually the weather begins to change and soon the night sky becomes overcast, a thick fog rolling in as if you were at sea. The fire starts to sputter slowly as the party drifts off to sleep.
Come the next morning upon waking, the party will see that their very surroundings have changed. No longer are they in the sparsely forested camp they had set up the night before. Instead they find themselves in a thick wood surrounded by large tress that seem to sway as if possessed by a ghost. Like the night before there is a thick fog that obscures the vision of even those with the sharpest eyes in all directions.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
What the heck? Where are we? What happened!?
OOC:Could my cat claw ability have my dex score instead of my strength score
”Ok why, pranks are my job who’s taken it”
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
WOW! what is this place?! I cant see anything.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
(OCC: I honestly thought it was by Dex but sure if everyone else is ok with it.)
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
lol I'm okay with that.
Does anybody know where we are? What's the last thing each of you can remember? For me it was going to bed last night, I don't remember anything after that...
Matrick slowly stands, leaving his bedding on the ground for the moment and glances around. Upon noticing something has happened he settles into a moment of prayer. "Lathander, bringer of Light and New Beginnings. I ask your blessing for the road put before us this day.". The literal moment he is done he casts Create Bonfire and brings out some travel cook wear pans, spices, and salt cured meat. He rinses the meat lightly with his Waterskin, seasons it and sets the food to cook while he packs his things up.
"Breakfast will be ready soon friends, who knows when we'll next have a chance at a decent meal."
Eider, Level 13 Human Abjurer Wizard - Colosseum of Conquest (11W-3L) (Tougher than he looks)
The fire flairs to life as the cantrip is cast, sputtering in the heavy fog. While it casts light it does not travel much farther then ten to fifteen feet at the fog if not even less then that. The woods seem eerily silent except for the occasional gust of wind that blows through the trees.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
“ya it’s probably a good idea to eat some now, hay can your light god make food or something like that”
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
I'll keep watch while you guys prepare the meal and figure out what you want to do next. You never know what could be lurking nearby...
HEY!!! What have i told you about cooking with out me! I scoot real close to Matrick and interject my self into the coking process.
I would also like to use my Divine sense and look around while trying to help cook.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
As before other then the sounds of the wind the only other noises come from the party themselves. The fog still shows no signs of abating as it presses down around them.
(Joye) You do not feel anything in the fog other then a vague feeling of strange magic in the fog around you. You get the sense that it would be unwise to mess about with it to much.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
“Hay so do any of magic people have an idea what this is, this is magic right”
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan