Bouncing along on her wagon perch, Ligeia starts to relax even as the wagon breaches the mist and ushers them onto a path of preternatural silence.

15:38, Today: Ligeia Strand rolled 9 using 2d6+5.  wisdom check.

12:50, Today: Rubus Elann rolled 13 using 2d6+5.  WIS Check.

The group continues along the road in the misty silence for about another hour..

Stops and holds up his hand for the group to stop as he looks into the mist to the south.


You there!  Who are you what do you want!!?


(Nobody else sees anything)

 Have you gone daft Terran?! looking to Gorn for an explanation.

 I do not see anyone..

 Gorn, are you still with us?!
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Rubus calls out PLEASE STOP! and gather here. ... He points. I see the ghostly figure of a Messiahan Knight and his horse off the road in the trees to the left ( south).  His countenance is sad, and he seems to be shaking his head  "No" as he points back to the direction we came in. Do we heed this warning, investigate by gong nearer to what I see, or go back and take another direction? We know entering the mist is perilous.

I see it too!

 At least i know I'm not crazy now.

Hmmm.  So if we intending to end this menace I say our path is forward.  The swamp seems much more dangerous than the road and easier to get lost in.

Rubus blinks and rubs his eyes. It's gone! May the soul of this knight, if living being is was, find peace.

I'd prefer our mission to be one among the living, it seems this wood is haunted.

Ligeia conjectures that this forlorn knight, having been one of the many who had failed previously to banish the mist, would be quite justified in issuing its warning.

"To hell with it," she concludes, with a toss of her brown locks. "We can't very well do anything about the mist by avoiding it entirely."

An involuntary shudder coursed through her as they entered the mist, her skin prickling and the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. Blue eyes darted around as that uneasy feeling grew, her singing slowly coming to a halt. The sudden shouts made her visibly jump, throwing her hands in the air before fumbling to catch the reigns. She looked at the others, brows down and lips pursed into a pout. “You gave me a scare," she said in an almost childlike voice as she righted herself, pretending to smooth out some wrinkles in her clothing. "I say we go through the spooky spooky mist...it is where our destination lies...right? I say onward!" she said with a dramatic flourish.

Agreed.. let us smite this evil!

Rubus says It's decided, then. May the power and grace of the Messiah be with us.

The group travels forward with Gorn and Alaric walking quietly giving each other unfriendly glances from time to time.  Jenousie carries Afamrail, Ligeia and Rubus in the wagon.

After about another mile you begin to hear loud footsteps in the distance coming closer. The sound is to the NW and you can feel the ground shake slightly.

All roll initiative and hold actions until the round initiative is determined

Loud Footsteps Round 1

Shhhhhh somethings coming spread out!

He notches his bow ready to shoot anything that can be seen.