Ravenloft game thread

Mardak looks but the sound has gone, and there is no sign of anyone being there. The CLIK-CLIK-CLIK coming from the secret door is slowly getting a little louder, as the gnomish-like mechanism is still running.



Given the panic of the brief encounter with the ghosts, along with your dwindling resources, your minds quickly wander to finding a means of escape or perhaps somewhere to rest. Baldur and Mardak are aware that they can return downstairs via the main staircase*, but in the rush they were in did not spot any path leading upwards.

The others know no route other than through the chapel, and they have no idea where other doors and staircases lead. There is a feeling here that you are being watched or pursued, but you can't quite figure out the source of your anxiety.

*not drawn on the map. Whoever made this map forgot to add them in, so they are marked as visible 10' squares on the room to the left of the screen. Come to think of it, I will just add counters to show what they are!

Grizel notes that the wooden thrones are very large and ornate, and they seem well positioned to look upon the altar in the rubble-strewn chapel far below. The pale misty figure in the chair is barely recognisable, her form swirling with colours of purple and pale fog.

[Concentration on Magic Weapon was broken when you hit 0hp]

So the group gathers in the secret room with the lift mechanism, shutting the panel behind. Whatever is rising up through the shaft (the shaft is adjacent to the room and you could jump down it) is approaching. It looks like a mosaic stone platform and is rising about 20ft per round. If you left it, it would just continue up the shaft to an unknown location.

Would you like to:
- short rest?
- long rest?
- both?
- jump on the platform?

Zinnarath waits by the inside door while the group starts to catch sleep. The oily spray from the lift mechanism rings in your nose, and you hear a crescendo of a downpour outside echoing in the halls of the castle. A storm has brewed, and it sporadically lights the edges of the door with lightning flashes. Noon is just fading but your tiredness calls for respite, and the thunderclouds make the halls outside seem dark as night.

The lift never came back down, leaving a dark, stony chamber that drops into the void. You all avoid sleeping near it.

Two hours pass and Zinnarath chooses the second watcher for the night, or a waking person may volunteer.

Mardak sits in the darkness for 2 hours and Zinnarath goes to sleep. He hears distant wails and screeching, only just masked by the heavy rain. You think you can hear villagers shouting from far down the shaft, but it could have just been a ghostly whisper. Nothing passes the corridor in your watch.

The contraption stopped about a minute after it started. The lift mechanism moved a platform far below to an unknown location far above, and the lever reset, indicating that it had stopped.

Mardak takes another 2 hour watch. He muses that dusk may be approaching, and that could be a dark time for you all in more ways than one. (Mardak may take the benefits of a short rest now to regain ki). Child-like footsteps pass in the hallway outside, like someone is creeping slowly and deliberately.

2 hours remain to rest.

Grizel sleeps deeply with a solemn look on her face.

The footsteps stop and start but disappear after about a minute.