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After the long travel, wine and a sombre story, Willan suddenly felt very tired. He murmured good nights to the Vistani and his companions and shuffled off to his room. Worries of this strange land swirled at the edges of his mind as he climbed the stairs. Reaching his room, he shouldered the...

Willan listened as the barkeep finally engaged in conversation but, hearing what he had to say, wished he hadn't. Glancing back at Shae, "Maybe some other time for the pies darlin' but I'd be happy to take Aelar his bowl aaaaand relocate myself to some.. aah, more pleasant company." Gingerly...

"Well bless my feet, I haven't seen a nicer looking tavern in ages." Willan poked around, admiring the craftsmanship, smiling and nodding to the scant few people here. Willan climbed into a seat at the bar next to Shae, "What deliciousness did you order us dear? Meat pies I hope?" Willan's...

Willan throws his hands up in the air in exclamation. "Thank Tymora! It seems ages since I've seen a friendly face!" Willan strides over and slaps the old man on the back. "Why yes, we were indeed headed to town. You say Barovia is it's name? I'm glad to meet someone in the know. I certainly...

More than a few times on their journey through the woods, Willan thought about turning back. After all, Oceanore and the rest of the scholars would be expecting him back. He certainly didn't expect a little wolf hunting to take him so far afield. He really didn't like the looks of that creepy...

Willan concentrated on creating believable sounds of a child. He worried what they were drawing to them. He heard them coming but was still badly startled when two wolves charged out of the foliage. Panic threatened to overtake Willan. He suddenly felt extremely vulnerable with these large...

The mood of the group turned hushed and careful. They quickly discussed their course of action. Willan felt a bit silly getting all worked up off a hunch that something lurked nearby. However, the possibility that they were right, that something WAS nearby sent his heart racing. He thought about...

Despite the nature of the mission he and his companions were on, Willan was in a good mood. It felt good to be traveling again. He was very happy to have Aelar, a most excellent guide, to lead them through the woods. The deer they found brought their progress to a halt however. Moments of...

A little apprehensive about this job at first, Willan found himself swept up in the business of preparing for the work ahead: physically and mentally. Apparently the monsters to be hunted were werewolves. He didn't want to let on, but he was a little frightened. This was much more than he...

Willan suspiciously reached out to take a cup of steaming hot coffee and eyed the wily old man, "Yes... umm.. well, ah, that's a bit disappointing that we'll be delayed longer. I was hoping to get on the road and back to work but ah... if, that is, if you say there's <ahem> work about, I...

At the sound of the loud knock, Willan jolted up in bed. "Bah! Swine swallop!" As hard as he tried he couldn't get the morning jump on that old man. Oceanore had a knack for making Willan feel like he was a step behind. It irritated Willan that a privileged uppity scholar of Oceanore's years...

Willan was at home in the forest. It reminded him of home. That is, it *usually* reminded him of home. This forest brought him no such comfort. After his watch, he had trouble sleeping. He felt like he had only just nodded off when Fio's frantic whispers brought him awake. Willan stumbled out...

Willan had been in a funk ever since the house. Maybe it was the house that tried to eat them. Maybe it was loosing Braid. Maybe it was getting spit out into a land that shouldn't exist. Meeting Donovich had started to pull him out. It was good to connect to someone in this strange place. Back...

The shock of hearing Braid's voice momentarily distracted Willan. The large wolf lunged for him and clamped down on his already aching body. Willan fought to remain conscious, praying someone would help as the blackness took him. Willan had no idea how much time had passed when he came awake...

The rage simmered now, after having been let loose once, then twice with considerable effort. Sothoth raced up next to Willan looking concerned at the fleeing Doru. He seemed to size up Willan then impulsively reached for him. Not knowing quite what to expect Willan steadied himself as best as...

Frustrated that his frostbite hadn't taken hold on the young... man? Willan took a closer look. He assumed the "father" he called out to was father Donovan. But now it was obvious he referred to another father who was sending something else to rescue Doru. Oh no! The doors! I must keep them...

Willan cautiously entered the church with his companions. Not one for subtlety, Sothoth strode directly to the priest and pulled him off the ground demanding answers from the poor shaking fellow. Oh no, I'd better get up there before he shakes more than answers out of the old man Willan rushed...

Willan was finally able to find a little rest next to the church by the forge. Before long, though, his attention was pulled away by fervent praying from somewhere inside the church. He tried to ignore it and focus. How did we get here? Where are we? Did the werewolves bring us here? Did the...

More than a few strange looks were directed at Willan and his companions. Willan wasn't sure how they had come to be here but it must have been unusual with the way the townsfolk reacted. After a few groans and curses, the group got up and dusted themselves off. Moving further into the town...

Now that they had started fleeing in earnest, Willan knew the mound of moss and who knows what else might be right on their heels. Clutching to the desperately running Sothoth, Willan turned behind them and did his best to demoralize their pursuers. Spreading his hands out towards the water...