MistBusters - A Curse of Strahd PbP

"Fire real," George moan.  George fall over, sleep off burns. 

Adanmar Windblood

"Yeah it seemed easy....not for all of us" Adanmar says pointing the Big Burned George "Give me some help, let's bring him and us over this bridge now that the fire curtain is down...and take some rest"

As you cross the bridge, the flame curtain ignites once more. Over the sound of roaring flame, you hear heavy footfalls and monstrous goat bleats. However, they pass on after a moment.  You rest for the night in the warmth of the green flame and in the safety of the wagon. It’s unsettling, but it’s the best that you are going to get, like most things in Barovia. 

 In the morning, you set out traveling along the mountain path once more. Eventually, the road fades away under a covering of snow, but it takes you far enough to see the facade of some kind of temple carved into the sheer mountainside ahead. Hiking the rest of the way from the wagon, you see that the front of the structure is fifty feet high and has six alcoves containing twenty-foot-tall statues. Each statue is carved from a single block of amber and depicts a faceless, hooded figure, its hands pressed together in a gesture of prayer. Between the two innermost statues is a twenty-foot-tall archway with a staircase leading down.  A natural fissure has opened in the mountainside west of the temple’s facade, creating a gap two feet wide, ten feet tall, and fifteen feet deep. You see light coming from a room beyond, and you hear human voices there as well.

However, the mountain cold is so intense, that I’ll need CON saves from everyone unprepared for the climate.

[CON save: 5]

Elwarith feels the first level of exhaustion.

Con Save: 12

Bry’s own internal heat keeps him plenty warm. Tieflings are essentially human pocket warmers.

Elwarith looks at Bry....then hugs him....for warmth

HAHAHAHA

Elwarith is warm... for about two seconds before his hypothermia sets in again.

Adanmar Con Save: 12

Bry looks down at Elwarith and then whispers in his ear, "I didn't you know you felt the same way..."

Adanmar is warmed by his hate. He’s also undead, but that hate though.

"Don't flatter yourself.....you're not that hot....." and he'll huddle under his cloak as his teeth chatter

Bry laughs and winks at Elwarith, "Anyone know who these statues are depicting?"

Davmorn shudders, “I dunno, but I don’t like this place. It feels evil. Let’s find the elf and get out of here.”

"If the priest of the death god isn't feeling this place...well who am I kidding this whole trip has been one long nightmarish event"

"Death is inevitable, only the means of which you meet it can change....let us get inside before freezing becomes our means of meeting Kelemvor personally, and I am not ready to do that yet."

"You know, I didn't think of it before, but I can pretty much create fire all day long" Bry summons a steaming hot Fire Bolt and bounces it up and down in his hand.

However, you do know that Firebolt is far more uncontrollable than other concentrated flame spells, due to its ease of casting. It is very much a gunshot as opposed to a torch.

(OOC - I would like to attempt to slip in to the shadows and see if I can sneak up on those who are talking inside to see who/what they might be and then report back to the rest of the party before we just wander in unannounced)

[Stealth: 15]

(OOC - stupid exhaustion - what a perfectly good waste of a nat 20)