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Jerome
Jerome walks as quickly as he can manage in the snow and darkness, his anxiety writ large on his face. He keeps a hand on his blade, trying to be prepared for anything.
He makes a couple of attempts to sing- rousing marching tunes intended to lift the team's spirits. But his heart isn't in it, and his voice falters soon.

Ingrid Esthof

If we can find Amity, I believe I can help her. The scroll contains the steps to perform the ritual of an exorcism. I have never performed it before, but with the aid of the scroll, I should be able to drive the demon from the child.

Shouldn't we wait until daylight to pursue them?
We are in no shape to confront the wolves or the thing that possesses little Amity, even if we could catch them. We should make camp in the woods first, to gather what strength we can, says Urdur.

If the group continues to follow the wolves, Urdur stays with the group. If they make camp, he works on wolfsbane potions during his watch.

Mouser agrees, "No shape to pursue, and we'll probably freeze to death on our way!"

Jerome
Jerome stops, looking stricken, when it is suggested they stop for the night. He's obviously torn between DO SOMETHING NOW! and Be ready to be effective when battle starts. He paces while the others discuss the options.

Ingrid Esthof

I agree that we should camp for the night. We are in no condition to face the wolves. We're in no shape to face an angry squirrel, for that matter.

Bo uses the very last of his magic to speak with his feathered friend.

"Did you see what took place here friend? Can you use your power of flight and superior eyesight to track and follow the wolves for us?"

Near Banemourne, The Dark Mountains, Gran March, Greyhawk
Day Twenty-one. Before Dawn. Friday, December 2nd, 576 CY
Freezing cold, overcast, windy.







Exhausted, beaten and demoralized, the heroes hide in the haunted woods near the trailhead of the mountain pass. In the distance, wolf howlings of unholy veneration pierce the cold black night.

The grey druid speaks in the language of owls to the nocturnal avian perched upon his shoulder. "Did you see what took place here, friend?"



"Nay," hoots the great horned owl.

Bo asks, "Can you use your power of flight and superior eyesight to track and follow the wolves for us?"

"I can. How oft wouldst thou liketh me to returneth to thee?" the owl inquires before it departs into the icy gulfs of night.

Ingrid Esthof offers the heroes a glimmer of hope when she reveals she may be able to cure Amity of her possession by the demon of the Lost Shrine of Ancient Evil!

"We can make camp now, but should leave at daybreak. The wolves will be more vulnerable in the day," Brevos the ranger says as he creates snow burrows to trap their warmth while they recover, insensate.

Hours pass, the wolf howls wane, and the last of the night watch cycles through without incident... in the waking world at least.



As ever, their nightmares are haunted by the unspeakable god of death and horror that sleeps beneath the dark mountains.

But the heroes live to see the dawn.



Telkis Brassfang awakens from darkest nightmare, surprised to find himself still alive thanks to Brevos.

Carefully following the formula of alchemy inscribed within the tome from the secret library in Vicar's Head...




...Urdur the conjurer brews eight doses of the precious wolfsbane elixir, and no more.




It has the power to cure them of the Curse of the Beast. But it will not render them immune from future werewolf bites.


Actions?! (Everyone heals 1hp from the restless night. Spell slots are restored.)


Map:

X is the Ancient Shrine of Evil. The heroes are west of Banemourne.





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Jerome
Jerome rises from his snow burrow, looking as if he hasn't slept. He is always a bit ostentatious with his morning prayers, but today he is genuinely obnoxious.
ST. Cuthbert, we prostrate ourselves before you, asking your forgiveness and aid! We will seek the demonic child, and free her- or destroy her if we must. We ask your blessing on this holy mission.... This goes on longer than anyone is really comfortable with.
Eventually, he is satisfied and joins the others. Waybread and water as we go? His tone says he'd make this an order, if he had the authority.

Long Bo speaks with the owl before it departs.

"Continue to follow them from a distance, friend, but do not get close enough for the witch child to detect your presence. If the pack stops for anything specific, or moves into a cave or shelter of some kind to rest, return to me with that information. If they encounter anything that will delay them considerably, please come back to tell me that too. Otherwise, return to me before the sun sets each day to tell me what you've learned."

Bo goes about his normal morning rituals as the others rise, still upset with himself that he didn't speak up against those who were so willfully protecting the possessed child earlier. Before the group sets out again, he speaks his mind.

"The creature we now hunt is an abomination that must be destroyed. If the scroll doesn't work to free the child, I will risk my life to put an end to her once and for all, no matter who tries to stand against that task. We cant let ourselves be controlled by our emotions anymore, it is our enemies most dangerous weapon against us."

Brevos will look to track the wolves

[1d100] = 47

Mouser rises but feels little rested. So much yet remains heavy on his soul. Ingrid speaks of a scroll to cure the demon child. "Wait, did you say you can remove the curse but we have to go back up the mountain to that.. that place!? What are we saying here?" He breaths in a deep breath as he leans back to take that option in... slowly and uncertainly.

The unrelenting horror continues in... Chapter 27: Mark of the Beast