Save vs Paralysis (14) [1d20+1]=3+1=4

Well, it was nice while it lasted.....

Urdur summons forth (the illusion of) a denizen of the Elemental Plane of Fire, to scare away any undead that are not turned by the holy Word of Pholtus.

Casts Dancing Lights.

Agreed, says Urdur. Let us make haste to the castle.

Urdur nods at N'Rogara's suggestion. We ought to head for the castle with all deliberate speed. Our greatest asset is the daylight.

If the group elects to attempt to go around the graveyard, however, Urdur goes with the group.

In that case, I suggest we continue to the castle immediately. We want as much daylight as possible.

Like Urdur said IC, I think followong Ingrid at night is a trap, or at least an unwise course of action. We will need every advantage against a vampire, and our strongest advantage is daylight. Showing up at the castle with 5 hours to go until dawn gives up that advantage and leaves us vulnerable. I...

We will not catch Ingrid tonight, says Urdur. Nevertheless, let us pursue the vampyr. It will be daylight when we arrive.

Edited based on the info in the OOC thread.

Urdur gets an uneasy feeling. This feels like a trap, he says. But what choice do we have? The vampyr fiend has Ingrid. She would crawl through flames for any of us, we can do no less for her. To Telkis, in the tongue of the gnomes, he says: . Geyr nú Garmr mjök fyr Gnipahelli festr, mun slitna en ...

Urdur looks over their new companion, and nods in agreement with Mouser.

I'm Urdur, he says. We'd better get a move on if we have any hope of saving Ingrid.

Torch in hand, he sets out with the others.

Urdur shakes off the sleep and joins his comrades. He lights a torch and helps the others look for Ingrid's tracks.

Save vs Spells (12) [1d20+4]=6+4=10

Urdur awakens from a disturbing dream to find himself in a disturbing reality. After all this group has been through, is there even a difference?

Jumping out of bed, Urdur lunges for Ingrid, hoping to grab her hands and prevent any further spellcasting.

Roll if needed:
[1d20]=19

Urdur nods. Let us be off at dawn. I'd rather not waste precious daylight if we can help it. As for Ingrid, I suppose we'll have to keep a careful watch on her. We can't risk leaving her alone, especially after sunset. When dawn breaks, Urdur leaves with the party, headed for certain doom once again.

Urdur ventures to speak. Have you any such wooden stakes?

The gnome also asks about other supplies: oil, holy water, rations, and the like.

At first light, he heads with the others on the Old Road towards Castle Ravenloft.

Flööst, is Urdur's only reply. He hopes the Flan woman has some good news regarding his companions' queries.

Urdur waits for the old woman to answer his friends' queries. He looks back at the window, hoping the visitor does not return.

Urdur keeps silent, backing away towards his companions. He waits to see the reaction of the villagers.

Urdur whispers a series of mystical phrases, seeking to deprive one of the wolves of its sight!

Casts Blindness, targeting W2.

Flööst, says Urdur. He silently rebukes himself for daring to think he might get a good night's rest.

Urdur does his best to get a torch lit, and moves towards Ingrid. If he can reach her this round, he tries to help Telkis awaken the cleric.

Urdur nods in agreement. He offers to take first watch per the watch order in the OOC thread.