The boar is a little gamey, but well spiced, and the bread is warm and delicious. A few minutes into your meal and conversation, Lysander appears pushing a hunched form in a wheel chair. "Ah... friends say hello to our dear uncle, Lord Timmiz Rosethane." Sirocci says with a disdainful tone. The old vampire is decrepit. His nearly translucent skin is lined with deep wrinkles in some places and dark veins in others, and a few wisps of white hair drift atop his otherwise bald head. Timmiz's eyes are cloudy, but they are filled with contempt, echoed by his frail arms crossed over his chest, black satin pajama sleeves hanging from them.

As he enters, Lah'thys stands and walks towards her uncle "How many times have we told you NOT to feed on our guests, uncle?" she says, looming over the old man. Timmiz responds with indignant silence, still turned away from his niece. She shakes her head in frustration and holds out a hand to Lysander. "Stake." The skeletal servant obeys, handing his lady a wooden branch sharpened at one end to a wicked point. Without any further comment, Lah'thys takes the implement, pushes her uncle's head back to expose his chest, and plunges the stake right into the man's heart. Timmiz grimaces as he is wracked with pain, and his hands feebly grab at the wood protruding from his torso.

As blood begins to create a wet slick across the front of his shirt, the edges of his form waver. Like a chunk of dry ice, vapor begins to waft from him. It's slow at first but quickly speeds up to engulf him, forming into a small cloud of mist hovering above the chair Timmiz was just sitting in. This mist lingers for a moment, looking like an angry little cloud on the verge of a storm, before it is blown by some nonexistent wind back down the hall from which Lysander had come. The guard seems quite used to this routine, as he bows and walks out with the wheelchair, wooden stake dripping blood onto the seat. 

Lah'thys turns back to you all. "Senile old bat. Vampires lose a bit of our vitality every time we are killed and forced to reform. These days Uncle Timmiz spends most of his time dead in his coffin, but he still has enough bite in him to get into mischief occasionally. If any of you have 'vampire slaying' on your bucket list, feel free to find him in the crypt. I'm sick of putting the old man to rest every time he acts up." She walks back to the table and resumes her breakfast. "If it's fine by you all I suggest you get your things once you're done eating. We should get moving."

Ospos points to his haversack, "My things are here, so I'll take more time to eat, thanks."

Satisfied with as much of a resolution to the issue as could be had, Ava will sit down to quickly eat a small meal

"All of my belongings are here with me as well, I am ready to travel whenever the group is."

"We haven't stopped travelling for, well quiet a while now. We tend to be ready to move at most times."

Bram finishes his meal, ready to head out.

Ospos looks to the others, "Why do you always rush at breakfast?  I've only had two plates..."

"Alright then, just give me a second." Nean rises up from the meal he had been enjoying quietly. He gives Ospos a pat on the shoulder with a grin and then leaves to get back to his room and retrieve the viles of holy water, along with some spare equipment. He quickly returns, however, standing in the entrance and waiting for the rest of the group to come.

With a big sigh and slouched shoulders, Ospos will make himself the biggest sandwich he can before hefting the haversack and preparing to leave.

Lady Lah'thys seems quite pleased with the group's haste. She walks you all to the front courtyard, and Lysander calls for the gate to be opened. Lord Sirocci comes along as well. "Well I do hope you all will stop by before you hop off to the next plane, I've quite enjoyed your company." he says with a melodramatic look off to the side. "If I don't.. be safe in your adventures, and I hope to see you all some time in the future." Lah'thys rolls her eyes at her brother's sentimentality and gestures for you all to follow her out the front. "Don't wait up for me, brother." 

As you all leave the Pallid Keep, Lah'thys turns to you all. "So like I said, I don't know exactly where we're headed, but based on where the portal was I've narrowed it down to one to one region, a stretch of badlands to the north called the Dead Claws."

Ospos speaks with a mouthful of sandwitch, "Dead Claws.  Sounds like a lovely place.  I'll have to write a ballad about it one day."

Bram pats Ospos on shoulder,

"That's the spirit, adventure awaits!"

Bram starts striding off, before stopping and turning back,

"Ah, which direction are we going?"

Bram: Lah'thys smiles at Bram's exuberance. "That way." she says, pointing in the direction he had been going, directly away from the front gate.

Liafial: "They are about two days away on foot." she responds.

Clermar begins heading in the direction Lah'thys indicated, but pauses a moment to ask her, "Lady Lah'thys, how long is it before most people are back to normal after uh ... becoming a meal?"

Clermar: "Really you just need rest. You lost a lot of blood, your body is weak now. hopefully we don't come across any trouble before we make camp tonight."

Ospos takes up his position, in the middle of the procession, trying to be behind Lady Lah'thys if possible.

Perception check to watch for dangers while travelling: 14

You trek for hours across the rocky plain, slowly and steadily loosing light as the jet black night of the Shadowfell slowly approaches. To your right you can see the jagged foothills of the mountains you traveled through yesterday, and eventually up ahead you see more formations of dark rock rise to the north. These are shorter, more like pillars of rock and built up piles of boulders, with canyons and gullies winding between them. The ground between here and there becomes more uneven, small drops and dips, cleft pieces of stone and rock formations like those ahead begin to dot the landscape. At this point the light is nearly waned completely.

Ospos: You scan the rocky forms as you all begin to pass them, watching for any sign of danger. There could be anything hiding behind the rugged chunks of rock, waiting to ambush your party. Though focused on the terrain ahead and around you, a faint sound catches your attention. It is the rhythmic flapping of wings. You turn at once, and against the charcoal sky you see the darkened shape of some large flying creature. Your stomach sinks further as you realize it is sailing straight towards you and your friends.

EVERYONE ROLL INITIATIVE

Ospos lets out a little scream before composing himself and warning the others, "Prepare for battle!  Eyes up to the sky."

Initiative: 18

Clermar readies his bow and scans the skyline for the danger.

Initiative: 5

Initiative: 12

Bram goes as white as Lady Lah'thys at the sight of the creature looming out of the dark.

Initiative: 15

Initiative for Nean: 8