eakratz wrote:

[I'm so used to get notifications from over on Mythweavers for my pbps that I just forget if I don't get them. So once again I apologize for the slowness.]

[No problem, I try to wait til we can't wait no more, then I drag mia's along.

Anything Keet wants to do here in the chapel on the way to the rickety stair tower?]
 

Votin removes the ropes and unstacks the pews. The broken doors again fall askew, allowing a deep frigid blast that tears through the group winter furs and up out the open roof into the freezing darkness above.

[Sorry ... the weather here has put a demand on me for the time being...use Votin wisely as needed! ]

Iron Ranger wrote:

[Tillak roll d6.]

1d6: 3!

SullyB74 wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

[Tillak roll d6.]

1d6: 3!

The gust of wind almost blows the torch out before TIllak protects it.

Caveman wrote:

"Let us move hastily, there was danger in the woods, the last time we came this way!" States Narrhil.

Votin nods and steps through the broken doors, disappearing into the darkness beyond Narrhil's throbbing light.

Narrhil follows in third place.

All through the confines of the church again, the brutal cold and falling snow sting your faces as you stare out into the blackness beyond the flickering torchlight from Tillak.
Behind you above the church a dome of Narrhil's strange magical light extends into the sky, illuminating the falling snow as it immediately crosses its boundary.
The wind suddenly howls and the distant trees to the north moan, you can;t hear your own labored breathings.
Votin picks up the sign of nearly buried footprints here decides they are your own leading around the south.

Caveman wrote:

[Is Votin leading us to cemetery?]

[ I'm back...the opposite way towards the side of the kitchen to the bell tower...I think. ]
 

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

{There is a prediction for possibly another beast storm, hurricane season lasts until Nov. 30 and the gulf is having record water temps...recipe for disaster.]
 

God, that sucks.