MistBusters - A Curse of Strahd PbP

"A plant? with a head? Damn this place is gonna drive us crazy, bring me to the others, and well, thanks to not let me be a fertilizer" She smirks and follow the druid

Assuming Grim and George will allow the revenant and Samudra to pass, you both can arrive at the stopped wagon (given that they aren't going to keeping going knowing you all left) with ease.

Grim feels hot tears sting his eyes, "it's good to have ya back," he says, before quickly putting him in a head lock and giving him a noogie, "but don't scare us like that again you bastard.

Those who stayed at the wagon- Elwarith, Davmorn, and Ireena- all see your friends returning with a satisfied barbarian in tow, as you expected. However, what you did not expect to see is the shaded form of your late friend, Adanmar Windblood, standing next to them. Davmorn's eyes go wide, as he stumbles off the front bench and looks up toward Adanmar. "Lad... is it really you? What have ye done to yerself..." Ireena covers her mouth before running out of the wagon to tackle Adanmar into a hug. "You're alive!" However, she pulls back a little, "But... why are you so cold? What happened?" If you would like to fill them in Adanmar, you may.

"Ah ah I will try my friend, but no promises, I am more sneaky, deadly and fast than before, you will see...ahahah"

 After rejoining the others the ranger smirks to Davorn, he can't hide a doubtful face "I really don't know Priest, I have not done anything but my own, that could be a curse or a gruesome gift from this lost Land and its Gods....I want to see it as an opportunity, an opportunity to bring death and annihilation to Lord Strahd, who really is responsible for the slaughtering of my own clan and my beloved family, something has been shown in my last moments"

The ranger gives back a smile to Ireena "My lady, I am afraid, I feel that I am not alive anymore, even if I appreciate your excitement, sure, I am something in between I think, but I am here, that's real,  to help you Mistbusters and to ask your help to put an end to Strahd's reign once and for all"

Elwarith, slightly surprised to see Adanmar returning with the group says "Well, that's not something you see everyday....good thing I didn't go through his pockets for loose change..." and chuckles.

Bry steps off the wagon at hearing the excitement and sees Adanmar. He remembers the mornings events and lowers his head for a moment before looking back up at him. "I get a chill just looking at ya..." he said plainly, "...but welcome back all the same, we've made way for a village, are you ready to travel?"

As you all once again load into the fixed-up wagon, you set off on your journey once more. The roads are unnervingly quiet as usual. The day provides at least momentary solace as it shines through the eternal cloud cover, casting the whole land in overcast light. Every once and a while, you hear a noise that breaks the deafening silence, be it the hoot of an owl, the barking of a wolf, or what you pray is not a human scream. Adanmar swears for a moment that he sees himself hanging by noose on a tree, but as trees once again cover his view, the corpse is gone.  The wagon eventually once again arrives at a crossroads, yet, this time it is a much easier choice.  To one side, is an impossiblely large gated wall, with enormous statues standing as eternal sentinels to those who would enter.  On the other, a road leads through a spiked gate, winding up a high hill, and to the doors of a looming castle. Adanmar, with his Revenant abilities, feels the ever-present sense that Strahd is there. However, you do notice that as you draw near to the gated wall, which Ireena has told you are the Gates of Barovia, the gated doors slowly creak open, almost as if the very stonework of this land itself expects your journey. So there the choice sits, do you draw near to the castle or do you enter through the gates toward Vallaki.

"Well, that is not creepy at all. Nope. I am a big fan of castles and such, but that one doesn't seem too welcoming. How about these large stone Barovian doors?" Bry looks to his team trying to put on a bit of bravado, but is obviously nervous.

"Yeah. Er, Vallaki. Shall we?" Samudra says, looking with obvious distaste and fear towards the long winding road with a castle.

Thunder crackles out of nowhere over the castle

"Oh George, keep this on." Grim says while putting the headband of intellect on George. Grim gets a gleam in his eyes, "It will make you stronger." he says.

George ignore headband of intellect.  George no smart. 

"Strahd is out of our possibilities, for now, I know he is under the cover of his castle, we need to find solutions....we need to find more resources to fight him.....I propose to enter Vallaki, keep safe Ireena, the Gates themselves seems to like the idea....I am not sure but we don't have many other options for now"

As the general vote of the party is to head to Vallaki, the wagon once again picks up speed. You cross through the Gates of Barovia, as the decapitated stone heads of the mighty statues watch you from the wayside. The gate leads to a rollercoaster of hills and valleys, ups and downs, some giving you an overview of the forests of Barovia, while others plunging you into their darkest depths. After about another hour of traveling, dusk is beginning to once again settle on the dark land. The overcast light is beginning to grow dimmer and dimmer. However, as you crest a hill, you catch a peculiar sight. A dilapidated windmill with a cart of pastries sitting outside. Beyond the windmill, in a valley, lies what you can only hope is the town of Vallaki. The wagon will continue to head toward Vallaki, unless someone decides they want a look at the strange windmill and/or a free pastry.

"Free pastry? Looks good." Sammie eyes the pastries hungrily. She would also like to inspect the windmill.

Grim is on his guard.

Samudra dismounts from the wagon, bringing it to a halt. Scampering quickly over to the unattended pastries, she carefully looks over each one. Each is like a small donut, but without the holes, and the glaze smells incredible. Each are warm to the touch and feel decadently soft. Some have sprinkles on them, others have what seems like, oh no it couldn't be, chocolate frosting!? One seems filled with berry-filling, and another is twisted in a pastry braid. These are, without a doubt, the only nice things that you have seen in this misty hell. Does she eat one?

Elwarith covers his eyes and slowly shakes his head - does no one else realize this is a bad idea?

((Well, I think I'll have samudra do an investigation check on em first 20, Why couldn't I have had this when trying to kill them bats?))