Heading for the nearer gate, she smells the moist earth as it has begun to form a light mist. The farmland South of the city was scattered with weeds, almost as if spring planting had not yet begun. Frigid wind swept around her and stirred her robes and cloak with the feel of waning winter. She shivered, but continued. With luck, she would be within the walls soon enough. As she neared the moat, an unpleasant smell greeted her. The 20’ wide span of stagnant water lurked between her and the high stone wall, a row of wooden spikes set into the earth on both sides making it look not unlike a gaping maw waiting to devour the unwary. Patches of oily film clung to the surface, and dark shapes floated about innocuously. Even in the cold the buzz of biting insects can be heard, perhaps attracted by the stifling stink. For a moment the surface seems to ripple, but it is impossible to tell if there is anything within those murky depths.
Closer to the wall itself now, she sees several mail-clad guards on a rampart above the drawbridge. It is obvious she must hail them to be admitted. The sun sinks ever lower in the sky and a much colder wind begins to come down from the mountains, howling through the trees almost like the tormented cry of some savage beast...
[OOC: Feel free to take a look at the map of Harmonia in the Party Knowledge thread. She won't know what the numbered parts are until she explores a bit more, but at least she got a good view of the layout of the town from above on the cliff]
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Chris1234 wrote:{OOC: Very nicely worked atmosphere - I feel genuinely uneasy about the scene.}
Ravenloft is all about atmosphere
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