[IC] Curse of Strahd Chapter 1: The Dark Lord Strahd

[Wind-Up Citrus]

Sprocketbox listens to Kouran's words and frowns. He knew mire than one story of righteous men who'd lost their way and found themselves serving darker powers. But he kept this thought to himself as he moved to the front doors of the church and closed them. Then, he looked for a lock.

"If we can get these doors sealed and force them to come at us through the side door, I have a spell that should get rid of them pretty effectively."

"I could cast Heat Metal. Maybe that would help make the door harder to open?" Drastia says with a little tiredness in her voice. "But that would come at a cost to my lightning since both require my concentration."

Drastia then puts her storm cloud above the chapel. "There. At least then we got some protection in the meantime. Also don't want to scare the locals. Well more than I think they'd be used to."