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Dadeveth glances to Galqarin as they move to walk next to her. She listens with a small smile curving up one corner of her mouth. "My kind is not abnormal back in the world I come from. We are not many there, and we tend to keep to our herd." She offers. "We are just people, like you, like these others." She waves to the eclectic group they are walking with. "We look different, but that is just the outside." She swishes her tail as she shrugs.
As they approach the gates she sees the blood and the body. Looking around she tries to figure out what is going on here...
Perception: 16 Investigation: 19 Survival: 15 (looking for tracks.)
"Ya sure ya didn't hear that?"Cerio twists around, looking from one side of the street to the next. "Could swear I..." Muttering nervously, eyes shifting from one direction to another, he hangs a few feet back from the body. He draws his blades as they investigate the scene, still twitching every now and then and pacing restlessly. "This whole business ain't right... Ain't nothin' work out easy, does it? Whole town full 'o wolves heads 'n mask wearin' crazies 'n wolves he--"
He pauses mid-stride, his foot up in the air. "How come ya'll wearin' masks? Is't somethin' t'do with tha wolf festival we saw flyers for?"
Dormark grabs Sandu by the shoulder and says, "I'm sorry Sandu has had a rough few days since landing in Barovia. I'll talk to him while you lead us to the mob."
Dormark spends the time moving to towards Izek explaining to Sandu that these people were outsiders and that Dadeveth was actually a centaur. Dormark at this point is not weirded out by what he has been thrown against in these lands.
Sandu walked along the group and tried to make head or tails on the three new add-ons. It seemed they had fallen victim to the same misfortune of walking into the mists and arriving in Barovia. They did not seem much perplexed by it so he figured they must have been here for a while now or perchance they were used to travelling strange lands. Strangers from a strange land was an apt description of the three, save perhaps the human. Sandu suddenly realised that out of the three, only the horse lady had given her name. He could not decide whether that was rude or a smart move on their part. Maybe he should address them on it.
Before Sandu could do so, he himself got addressed by Dormark, the warforged who weirdly enough was no longer the strangest member of their little group. He gave Sandu a lecture on the finer intricacies of horses, people and horse people. 'Come now, Dormark: that can't possibly be true.' He handwaved the explination. 'I'll concur that they are outsiders and a bit unusual but centaurs being an actual thing is just as likely as-' His eyes wandered to Galqarin. 'bugbears and-' Back to Dormark. 'metal men and-' He glanced at the darkened sky and his voice dropped to a whisper. 'vampires and...'
His gaze fell upon Dadeveth, a genuine bona fide centaur, and Sandu stopped dead in his tracks. 'I've made a complete ass of myself.' He muttered, punctuating the last three words by jabbing his knuckles into his forehead three times. 'I've got to apologise. I got to-'
Sandu's intention was cut short by the gruesome sight before him. They had arrived at the Morning Gate but the guards that should be there were not. There was one guard though but he was slumped against the gate, motionless and lifeless. Sandu did not know what was more disturbing: the situation they stumbled upon or the fact that he felt less sick with each subsequent murder he encountered. It was still shocking enough to trigger something in him: the dim light of the streetlamps flickered over Sandu's face and in between blinks his eyes filled with shadows surrounding a red hot piece of coal. A single word rolled softly off his tongue: 'Dezvãlui.'
> "We are just people, like you, like these others." She waves to the eclectic group they are walking with. "We look different, but that is just the outside."
Galqarin's immediate jubilation on hearing these words is tempered by the thought that her sentiments might not be so all-encompassing were he to remove the mask and cowl and reveal his true appearance; maybe a seven foot tall, yellow-eyed, hairy beast of a man that creeps through the shadows as quietly as a cat is considered a monster whichever side of the mists it is on. Best to stick with being a tall Vistani with a quirk for wearing a mask.
As you close in on the gruesome scene you scan the area for any clues as to what occurred;
You spot a number of feathers and a couple of dead ravens near the gate
The two guards at the top of the tower gate have been slain; you can tell that they were likely surprised, did not have time to act, and were attacked from behind
The dead guard near the gate was the same that you encountered some 15-20 minutes prior. Like the other guards he has seemingly been taken by surprise and his death was swift. The bloody marks on the walls and gates seem to be more for show than the result of the attacks the guard suffered - a grim message of hopelessness to any that happened upon the scene.
Claw and what appear to be bite marks can be found on all of the bodies.
You spend the next few minutes looking at the scene of the killings but are overwhelmed by the carnage wrought. You struggle to discern anything of value and cannot bring yourself to look upon the face of the dead guard by the gate, in case it happened to be the person you spoke with when entering the town.
The whole experience has made you rather nauseous.
What was that? Ferelyon's head darts upwards, he is sure he saw something. There it is again! A small black creature flying in the night's sky, through the mists. Ferelyon can smell it now, its scent carrying on the air, it smells like death and blood. Bird?! Like before? No! Bat!
Ferelyon bounds over to Dallid looks to the sky and lets out a low growl.
Something catches your eye in the night skies - small and black. It flies with speed... could it be a raven? No, too small. You see the leathery wings then... Bat!
As you approach the dead guard near the gate you are able to tell a few things;
He was likely caught by surprise; a look of shock and terror etched on his face.
The blood spatter is inconsistent with the wounds inflicted. It was likely smeared on the walls as some sort of grim message or to demoralise those that happened upon the scene.
There are bites on his neck... you are sure you have seen the like before, if not heard about them in local tales, it looks like there are fang marks. Vampires?!
"Yeesh! Look at how that blood done sprayed the wall. Whatever skewered 'im did a right fine job of it." Cerio glances at the face. "Huh, that's tha one done let us in tha gate. That could been us if we'd hung here much longer! Whatever this was killed tha guard here 'n the ones up top. Fast sucker!" He ducks. "Hey, now I know I seen that! Somethin' small and black just flew over. Was it a raven?" Cerio's beginning to worry about the birds in this place.
Dadeveth has gone quite pale at the sight of all of the blood. She screams at herself in her head, after all she has seen much more blood than this during one of her family's rituals. She realizes then that is exactly the problem, it reminds her too much of those days. Turning her back to the gore she spots movement, glancing up at whatever made it, catching just the glimpse of a small shape darting through the sky. "Ravens have been around a lot after people die in this land..." She remarks with a frown.
"I... I don't understand, we should have stopped the murders," says Dormark. After hearing Galqarin's comments something click's in Dormark's brain.
"Oh no, the Father! Quickly all of you we must head to the church right now, there may still be time to help them," yells Dormark heading back into Vallaki right towards the church.
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“A surprise attack from the rear. Fast, and recent, that’s the guard we spoke to only minutes ago. Claw marks. Bite marks. An excessive amount of blood, not necessary for incapacitation or consumption.” Dallid looks up, following Ferelyon’s gaze and growl. “And a bat. One may surmise that this is the work of a vampire. To what end, I wonder? Simple cruelty? To blame us? To punish them for letting us in? Hm. Needs more data. And the birds… something different there. I will keep one and see what may be learned.” Dallid takes a bird corpse and examines it for any strangeness. Anything that might help determine why they were killed amidst these more deliberate murders. “If we hope to find the man with the anomalous arm before he or any of those others are killed.”
The two dead birds appear to be ravens. However, one seems to be substantially larger than the other. Both have been attacked with vicious ferocity, the larger raven having had one of its wings torn from its body.
A few moments pass as you take the time to inspect the gruesome scene laid out before you. In the distance, beyond the gate, you are sure you hear muffled screams and the sound of fighting.
It is then that a guard emerges from the east. His armour is covered in blood, he is carrying nothing, blooddrips from a nasty gash in his forehead, his helmet long gone. Delirious and wide-eyed in panic he runs at speed towards the gate. "Massacre!" he screams, "bloodymassacre!". He runs over to where the party is assembled and collapses on the floor; weeping uncontrollably at your feet.
"They came from... behind,"he stutters between anguished sobs.
Cerio crouches over and takes a deep breath, trying not to panic. A vampire bat? A massacre...from behind? An inside job. Things need to get sorted real quick, and he needs to make sure he's on the winning side. Looking around at the options, though, only the team of outsiders and mask wearers isn't covered in blood, so they have that in their favor.
"Who's they?" he wonders aloud, still wondering about the masks. "Sure wasn't us. We been minding our own business, 'n now people's droppin' like flies!" He hides his blades behind his back, trying to look somewhat innocent. Those near him might notice the putrid smell of rot emitted by his kopesh. The weapon seems to quiver in his hand, brought to excitement by all the fresh blood. An unexpected desire to cut something, or someone, takes hold. He twitches, struggling not to lash out with it. "'N where are they now?"
The strange feeling, as though he's being watched, surrounded, invaded, continues to grow. The mist that creeps around seems to edge closer, and he can smell it, taste it, feel it in his pores. He swallows, and the effort is great, his throat suddenly dry and sore.
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Dadeveth prances back as the guard stumbles into town, covered with blood. Tail twitching nervously, she glances in the direction he came from, looking to see if he was followed...
"Swirling mists, dark black clouds, they descended upon us," The guard says with a manic look in his eye. "We was followin' Izek, trackin' down this Rictavio fella. Trap... it were a trap," the guard, without thinking, rubs at the wound on his head, "we get to where we think he'd be. But before we can even begin a more detailed search these dark, black clouds descend from the mists on us."
The guard sits, hugging his knees, "We saws them then. They grabbed poor Nicki by 'er 'air, snatched her right up off the groun' as though she were a doll. She were screamin' and screamin', then it stopped." He begins to rock, "then I sees her body fallin' through the mists and SPLAT! You ain't ever seen anything so mangled up in yer life!"
"There was 'undreds of us. Bu' I... I... I took off a runnin'," he shakes his head and looks down ashamed, "Izek were in the middle o' the fight. He were like a beast possessed, howlin' all sorta words at 'em."
He looks up at your faces, "Vampires, led by a particularly vicious lady. One o' the brides of Strahd, I bet ya. We might as well a been equipped with toothpicks an' cotton swabs for all the fight mos' of us put up. They... they..." the guard coughs into heavily into his hand, "so many dead."
"Um... I see a black cloud moving this way." Dadeveth says, nodding towards it. "I vote we get inside, before it gets here..." She is prancing in place, her flanks breaking out with lather as her tail swishes. "If it is as the guard says, then I don't believe we are equipped to deal with what is in that cloud..."
"We have no choice... retreat to the church! We need to try to fix the bones if we can," yells Dormark as he stopped to watch the approaching guard. Dormark continues to head to the church the safety of the others all on his mind.
This doesn't make any sense! That was the first thought that raced through Sandu's mind. They had caught the killer. Even brought him low to an inanimate pile of scrap that Dormark was going to melt down. Why is this still happening?! It was just death heaped upon death heaped upon death.
It was then that several pieces of information flooded into his head. The three strangers - And the dog - had some magic items on them. It seemed they had one each and when he looked a bit more attentively, he noticed that all three of them had a weapon that emitted a soft, magical glow. Before Sandu could further ponder this, his attention was grabbed by something flying overhead, something that the others pointed out. It looked like a raven. Those seemed to pop up everywhere in Barovia so that is what he first thought until someone pointed out that it was a bat. A rather large bat.
But the flying rodent was quickly dismissed when the third development reared its head. A guard, bloody and beaten, had stumbled in their midst, the sound of distant fighting following in his wake. He screamed and cried about a massacre taken place, Izek fighting and the word that drove shivers down Sandu's spine: vampires. The last thing the guard said that registered in Sandu's mind was a simple statement but he instinctively knew, nay, felt the dreaded implications. One of the brides of Strahd.
Sandu stood motionless as a memory not his own surfaced at the mention of those words. If he should fail to deliver the bones... Well then our business arrangement shall be over and you can do whatever you like. Followed by a shrill, piercing laugh that chilled him to the bone. His eyes glanced up to the horizon. There, in the distance pointed out by Dadeveth, hung a black cloud approaching on wings of death.
'Volenta.' The name fell from his mouth like bitter poison. 'We need to run.'He turned to Dormark. 'The church you say? Yes, perhaps the bones of Saint Andral are our best chance.'
Dadeveth glances to Galqarin as they move to walk next to her. She listens with a small smile curving up one corner of her mouth. "My kind is not abnormal back in the world I come from. We are not many there, and we tend to keep to our herd." She offers. "We are just people, like you, like these others." She waves to the eclectic group they are walking with. "We look different, but that is just the outside." She swishes her tail as she shrugs.
As they approach the gates she sees the blood and the body. Looking around she tries to figure out what is going on here...
Perception: 16
Investigation: 19
Survival: 15 (looking for tracks.)
((lol Sandu, that was great!))
Perception: 9 Investigation: 13
"Ya sure ya didn't hear that?" Cerio twists around, looking from one side of the street to the next. "Could swear I..." Muttering nervously, eyes shifting from one direction to another, he hangs a few feet back from the body. He draws his blades as they investigate the scene, still twitching every now and then and pacing restlessly. "This whole business ain't right... Ain't nothin' work out easy, does it? Whole town full 'o wolves heads 'n mask wearin' crazies 'n wolves he--"
He pauses mid-stride, his foot up in the air. "How come ya'll wearin' masks? Is't somethin' t'do with tha wolf festival we saw flyers for?"
Sandu walked along the group and tried to make head or tails on the three new add-ons. It seemed they had fallen victim to the same misfortune of walking into the mists and arriving in Barovia. They did not seem much perplexed by it so he figured they must have been here for a while now or perchance they were used to travelling strange lands. Strangers from a strange land was an apt description of the three, save perhaps the human. Sandu suddenly realised that out of the three, only the horse lady had given her name. He could not decide whether that was rude or a smart move on their part. Maybe he should address them on it.
Before Sandu could do so, he himself got addressed by Dormark, the warforged who weirdly enough was no longer the strangest member of their little group. He gave Sandu a lecture on the finer intricacies of horses, people and horse people.
'Come now, Dormark: that can't possibly be true.' He handwaved the explination. 'I'll concur that they are outsiders and a bit unusual but centaurs being an actual thing is just as likely as-' His eyes wandered to Galqarin. 'bugbears and-' Back to Dormark. 'metal men and-' He glanced at the darkened sky and his voice dropped to a whisper. 'vampires and...'
His gaze fell upon Dadeveth, a genuine bona fide centaur, and Sandu stopped dead in his tracks. 'I've made a complete ass of myself.' He muttered, punctuating the last three words by jabbing his knuckles into his forehead three times. 'I've got to apologise. I got to-'
Sandu's intention was cut short by the gruesome sight before him. They had arrived at the Morning Gate but the guards that should be there were not. There was one guard though but he was slumped against the gate, motionless and lifeless. Sandu did not know what was more disturbing: the situation they stumbled upon or the fact that he felt less sick with each subsequent murder he encountered. It was still shocking enough to trigger something in him: the dim light of the streetlamps flickered over Sandu's face and in between blinks his eyes filled with shadows surrounding a red hot piece of coal. A single word rolled softly off his tongue: 'Dezvãlui.'
Perception 15
Investigation 7
Casting Detect Magic
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> "We are just people, like you, like these others." She waves to the eclectic group they are walking with. "We look different, but that is just the outside."
Galqarin's immediate jubilation on hearing these words is tempered by the thought that her sentiments might not be so all-encompassing were he to remove the mask and cowl and reveal his true appearance; maybe a seven foot tall, yellow-eyed, hairy beast of a man that creeps through the shadows as quietly as a cat is considered a monster whichever side of the mists it is on. Best to stick with being a tall Vistani with a quirk for wearing a mask.
Investigation
Dallid's Investigation check:
As you close in on the gruesome scene you scan the area for any clues as to what occurred;
Cerio & Sandu's Investigation checks:
You spend a few minutes searching the area and pick up a couple of clues;
Otherwise, you find nothing of importance.
Dadeveth's Investigation check:
((Oh dear))
You spend the next few minutes looking at the scene of the killings but are overwhelmed by the carnage wrought. You struggle to discern anything of value and cannot bring yourself to look upon the face of the dead guard by the gate, in case it happened to be the person you spoke with when entering the town.
The whole experience has made you rather nauseous.
Perception
Ferelyon's Perception check:
What was that? Ferelyon's head darts upwards, he is sure he saw something. There it is again! A small black creature flying in the night's sky, through the mists. Ferelyon can smell it now, its scent carrying on the air, it smells like death and blood. Bird?! Like before? No! Bat!
Ferelyon bounds over to Dallid looks to the sky and lets out a low growl.
Galqarin's Perception check:
Something catches your eye in the night skies - small and black. It flies with speed... could it be a raven? No, too small. You see the leathery wings then... Bat!
Cerio, Dadeveth & Sandu's Perception checks:
Something catches your eye in the night skies - small and black. It flies with speed... could it be a raven? Must be! What else could it be?
Medicine
Galqarin's Medicine check:
As you approach the dead guard near the gate you are able to tell a few things;
Survival
Dadeveth's Survival check:
Bizarrely you do not seem to find any tracks other than those of the guards. Could it be that they were assaulted from above?
Detect Magic
Sandu's Detect Magic results:
Your detect magic spell goes off, illuminating potential sources of magic... You observe the following;
You do not read any magic coming from any of the guards or the surroundings.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
"Yeesh! Look at how that blood done sprayed the wall. Whatever skewered 'im did a right fine job of it." Cerio glances at the face. "Huh, that's tha one done let us in tha gate. That could been us if we'd hung here much longer! Whatever this was killed tha guard here 'n the ones up top. Fast sucker!" He ducks. "Hey, now I know I seen that! Somethin' small and black just flew over. Was it a raven?" Cerio's beginning to worry about the birds in this place.
Dadeveth has gone quite pale at the sight of all of the blood. She screams at herself in her head, after all she has seen much more blood than this during one of her family's rituals. She realizes then that is exactly the problem, it reminds her too much of those days. Turning her back to the gore she spots movement, glancing up at whatever made it, catching just the glimpse of a small shape darting through the sky. "Ravens have been around a lot after people die in this land..." She remarks with a frown.
“Not raven”, exclaims Galqarin with certainty. “Bat. But not normal bat. Vampire bat.”
"I... I don't understand, we should have stopped the murders," says Dormark. After hearing Galqarin's comments something click's in Dormark's brain.
"Oh no, the Father! Quickly all of you we must head to the church right now, there may still be time to help them," yells Dormark heading back into Vallaki right towards the church.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
“A surprise attack from the rear. Fast, and recent, that’s the guard we spoke to only minutes ago. Claw marks. Bite marks. An excessive amount of blood, not necessary for incapacitation or consumption.” Dallid looks up, following Ferelyon’s gaze and growl. “And a bat. One may surmise that this is the work of a vampire. To what end, I wonder? Simple cruelty? To blame us? To punish them for letting us in? Hm. Needs more data. And the birds… something different there. I will keep one and see what may be learned.” Dallid takes a bird corpse and examines it for any strangeness. Anything that might help determine why they were killed amidst these more deliberate murders. “If we hope to find the man with the anomalous arm before he or any of those others are killed.”
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Dallid's Nature check:
The two dead birds appear to be ravens. However, one seems to be substantially larger than the other. Both have been attacked with vicious ferocity, the larger raven having had one of its wings torn from its body.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Late-Evening - Day 6 - Morning Gate
A few moments pass as you take the time to inspect the gruesome scene laid out before you. In the distance, beyond the gate, you are sure you hear muffled screams and the sound of fighting.
It is then that a guard emerges from the east. His armour is covered in blood, he is carrying nothing, blood drips from a nasty gash in his forehead, his helmet long gone. Delirious and wide-eyed in panic he runs at speed towards the gate. "Massacre!" he screams, "bloody massacre!". He runs over to where the party is assembled and collapses on the floor; weeping uncontrollably at your feet.
"They came from... behind," he stutters between anguished sobs.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Cerio crouches over and takes a deep breath, trying not to panic. A vampire bat? A massacre...from behind? An inside job. Things need to get sorted real quick, and he needs to make sure he's on the winning side. Looking around at the options, though, only the team of outsiders and mask wearers isn't covered in blood, so they have that in their favor.
"Who's they?" he wonders aloud, still wondering about the masks. "Sure wasn't us. We been minding our own business, 'n now people's droppin' like flies!" He hides his blades behind his back, trying to look somewhat innocent. Those near him might notice the putrid smell of rot emitted by his kopesh. The weapon seems to quiver in his hand, brought to excitement by all the fresh blood. An unexpected desire to cut something, or someone, takes hold. He twitches, struggling not to lash out with it. "'N where are they now?"
The strange feeling, as though he's being watched, surrounded, invaded, continues to grow. The mist that creeps around seems to edge closer, and he can smell it, taste it, feel it in his pores. He swallows, and the effort is great, his throat suddenly dry and sore.
Dadeveth prances back as the guard stumbles into town, covered with blood. Tail twitching nervously, she glances in the direction he came from, looking to see if he was followed...
Perception: 11
"Swirling mists, dark black clouds, they descended upon us," The guard says with a manic look in his eye. "We was followin' Izek, trackin' down this Rictavio fella. Trap... it were a trap," the guard, without thinking, rubs at the wound on his head, "we get to where we think he'd be. But before we can even begin a more detailed search these dark, black clouds descend from the mists on us."
The guard sits, hugging his knees, "We saws them then. They grabbed poor Nicki by 'er 'air, snatched her right up off the groun' as though she were a doll. She were screamin' and screamin', then it stopped." He begins to rock, "then I sees her body fallin' through the mists and SPLAT! You ain't ever seen anything so mangled up in yer life!"
"There was 'undreds of us. Bu' I... I... I took off a runnin'," he shakes his head and looks down ashamed, "Izek were in the middle o' the fight. He were like a beast possessed, howlin' all sorta words at 'em."
He looks up at your faces, "Vampires, led by a particularly vicious lady. One o' the brides of Strahd, I bet ya. We might as well a been equipped with toothpicks an' cotton swabs for all the fight mos' of us put up. They... they..." the guard coughs into heavily into his hand, "so many dead."
Dadeveth's Perception check:
You see a black cloud on the horizon, in the moonlight through the mists, you could swear it is coming your way.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
"Um... I see a black cloud moving this way." Dadeveth says, nodding towards it. "I vote we get inside, before it gets here..." She is prancing in place, her flanks breaking out with lather as her tail swishes. "If it is as the guard says, then I don't believe we are equipped to deal with what is in that cloud..."
"We have no choice... retreat to the church! We need to try to fix the bones if we can," yells Dormark as he stopped to watch the approaching guard. Dormark continues to head to the church the safety of the others all on his mind.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
(Sorry I’ve change my mind.I will update my post later.)
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
"Runnin' don't sound like a bad idea..." Cerio offers meekly, backing away from the black cloud.
This doesn't make any sense! That was the first thought that raced through Sandu's mind. They had caught the killer. Even brought him low to an inanimate pile of scrap that Dormark was going to melt down. Why is this still happening?! It was just death heaped upon death heaped upon death.
It was then that several pieces of information flooded into his head. The three strangers - And the dog - had some magic items on them. It seemed they had one each and when he looked a bit more attentively, he noticed that all three of them had a weapon that emitted a soft, magical glow. Before Sandu could further ponder this, his attention was grabbed by something flying overhead, something that the others pointed out. It looked like a raven. Those seemed to pop up everywhere in Barovia so that is what he first thought until someone pointed out that it was a bat. A rather large bat.
But the flying rodent was quickly dismissed when the third development reared its head. A guard, bloody and beaten, had stumbled in their midst, the sound of distant fighting following in his wake. He screamed and cried about a massacre taken place, Izek fighting and the word that drove shivers down Sandu's spine: vampires. The last thing the guard said that registered in Sandu's mind was a simple statement but he instinctively knew, nay, felt the dreaded implications. One of the brides of Strahd.
Sandu stood motionless as a memory not his own surfaced at the mention of those words. If he should fail to deliver the bones... Well then our business arrangement shall be over and you can do whatever you like. Followed by a shrill, piercing laugh that chilled him to the bone. His eyes glanced up to the horizon. There, in the distance pointed out by Dadeveth, hung a black cloud approaching on wings of death.
'Volenta.' The name fell from his mouth like bitter poison. 'We need to run.' He turned to Dormark. 'The church you say? Yes, perhaps the bones of Saint Andral are our best chance.'
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