TOPIC: Meet at the Inn

Barkley's look of victory is quickly wiped away. " Strahd was right, this is not over. A great evil approaches."

"What do you mean," Breon asks. "Do you sense something?"

Delmar examines the Sun Sword to see if it is still useful.

"I'm sure there will be use for the Sun Sword yet. A great darkness approaches; even the raven is burning with righteous fury. Smile upon us, Pelor, and grant us the strength to defeat this foe from whom all Strahd's evil spawned!"

I swallow a potion of bull strength, and check to make sure Delmar is stable at the edge. I ready myself to defend.

Widseth wrote: I swallow a potion of bull strength, and check to make sure Delmar is stable at the edge. I ready myself to defend.

I say, "Thanks Widseth" as I get to my feet and walk away from the edge.

Unable to feel the spiritual energies felt by the others, Breon tries to sense whether or not there are any arcane forces in the area.

If there is another round before anything happens, I will scoop up some the Strahd's dust (probably mud in the rain) and put it into a pouch and drop it into my bag of holding.

My attention snaps to a darkened area. I stand and point my sword to the darkest shadows in the tower.

"I see you. The light of Pelor will banish you from this world, as it has Strahd."

I begin to sing in a strong clear voice to compete with the storm and step toward the darkness.

I'll strike as soon as new round--dancing sword (to hit 16+3) (damage 2+5), mithral +1 sword in hand (to hit 10+9) damage (7+12+1(sacred from rune stone)).

Hearing Widseth address the darkness, I take my last Oil of Ghost Touch from my Pouch of Tulz and apply it to the Sun Sword.

Breon casts Magic Missile at the darkness. * *

(13 total force damage)

I change the words to my song and adjust the harmony with somber undercurrents of a lively melody:

"Hear me now oh thou bleak and unbearable world,
Thou art base and debauched as can be.
As we face living death, with our hearts beating wild,
We hurl down our gauntlets to thee.

We have slain Strahd, the vampire
With light sent from heaven
Destroyers of evil are we.
And we march to the sounds
Of the trumpets of glory
Forever to conquer or die.

Hear me death and your denizens brought from the dark
All your dastardly doings are past.
For a holy endeavor is now to begin
And virtue shall triumph at last.

We have slain Strahd the vampire;
We're lords of his castle.
Our destiny calls and we go,
And the wild winds of fortune
Will carry us onward
Oh wither so ever they blow."

(Just one of my songs I sing at TD courtesy and apologies to Man of La Mancha for the adaptations.)