[Game Thread] The Village of Barovia

[lampofdoom]

The noise from within stops abruptly. Silence fills the air, oppressing and all consuming.

[Renrik]

Well, I guess I'm consumed then.

[Evil Pie]

ooc: what?

Zool reaches for any handles and tries to open one of the doors. "We are coming in, don't attack, we are adventurers!"

[lampofdoom]

Silence meets your declaration. Within the chapel sits a small stone alter. Atop this alter sit two guttering candles. Behind the alter is a shattered stained glass window depicting Pelor armed with a morningstar and shield, defending a small child from a massive flock of bat-like demons, however the missing panes of glass make it appear that child and Pelor are missing large chunks of their faces.To the immediate left and right are four doors, from the scale of the outside they most likely lead into storage rooms or the priest's quarters.

[Renrik]

The old man picks a door at random and looks inside

[Evil Pie]

Zool walks in and lays the body of the old man on one of the pews and walks over to the candles, pulls out 2 of his owns, lighting them with the dieing flames and replaces them, tossing the 2 small nubs of the candles into his pack after extinguishing them. He get an idea and clears his throat and speaks in a strong voice.

"Pelor, Shining One. May this small token show that there are those who still look to you for guidance in these dark times when all is lost. They say the gods have abandoned Barovia but I beg you to shine your light upon those who are lost and protect those who are left that have committed no wrong to to bring upon them a death most gruesome.
We pray for thy blessing and guidance sovereign. Ah-men."

He looks to the old man and sighs at the visible fact that they are the only 2 left.
"This is all I can do for the people at the tavern."

oochoping to draw out anyone who might be hiding by asking for the blessings of Pelor.
also you get a healing potion since the others took off or did I already give it to you.)

[lampofdoom]

Before you get a chance to make it half way to the altar a wild haired old man leaps up from behind it. "You shall NOT take my son from me!" He quickly reads something from a scroll and points to Zool. "Come to me and face judgement!" You feel oddly compelled to do as he says. It won't hurt ot come a little closer....

Meanwhile the cleric (the good old man) pulls open a door and is face to face with a rotting corpse.

OOC Zool needs a will save. Roll Initiative.

[Evil Pie]

ooc: you gotta be kidding me! I'm a war mongering idiot, will is my lowest saving throw. hahah.

Will save:16
Init:7

[Renrik]

Init

Dice Roll:

(as this is an older post, these rolls are interpreted by the older (more basic) dice roller code)
d20+1:	(8) + 1	Total = 9

The old man steps between Zool and the other old man and yells (the zombie still is unaware of the group's presence.)
Please, we mean you no harm, we have no interest in taking your son, Father Donovitch?

[lampofdoom]

Zool feels the overwhelming urge to do as the man says. He feels himself step forward, then suddenly realizes what he's doing. He stops and shakes off the spell as the man pulls out another scroll.

[Renrik]

Dammit!
The old man moves to hit the other somewhat crazier old man with his old man hammer to stop the crazier old man from casting his old man spell.

[Evil Pie]

Zool runs up and behind the undead and draws his sword ready to makes a long leveled attack on the zombies legs. Zool regretted not getting a net when at the general store.
He holds his strike only letting loose if the thing charges or tries to attack the 2 old men. He calls to the mad man. "We are not Here to kill anyone, hold your casting or I will harm the boy."
The man is a few arrows or a full quiver... seeing his son must have put him over the edge, this thing here must be the poor bastard.

[lampofdoom]

This game is now dead.