Cataclysm (AD&D Ravenloft -> PF1 Conversion) INC Thread

[Darius Vibrtrar]

Brucian slowly lowers his arms from thier defensive position. Without prompting, Luc speaks in sing song rhyme.

"The on descend shall evil of night the land,
at near signs of hexad this when hand."

Brucian rolls his eyes at Luc, the interruption enough to put him more at ease.

"Yes, thank you Luc."

Brucian readjusts himself and returns to pushing the raft through the swamp with the pole. Vision is very limited with the mists and fog, the sun cannot quite pierce through, only providing ambient light, but the occasional rumble of thunder is ever present.

"We've all learned from experience what to expect, some of its taught, some of it is trauma. So please understand when interacting with my flock."