[hr][center][color=navajowhite]Egil[/color][/center][hr]He gasped for life. Once more.

The champion's filthy fingers clenched a groundful of burning powder as he rose to his aching feet, savoring the same abandoned world. 

Again. But now with an angel?

It had been a hellish eternity since Egil had awakened from that butcher's block, eartagged and covered in stained rags. He traced the incisions on his face that this nightmare, mystically disecting from Old Svalich Woods to Barovian Village. 

Remained veracious.  Just as clear as the heavenly command.

[color=deepskyblue]"Seek shelter. Now!"[/color]

His body heeded this beckon, following the connaissant movements of a previous villainous occupation. That ever familiarity of streets and their imputrid kind burdened him with the title of Vine of Vaasa, a gradual vigilantism that bore no fruit amongst the forsaken nation of his birth. The bestowed moniker became a mockery to the famous noose he had knotted for the many that refused to devoutly bend the knee to the corrupt theocracy, his lips swore to protect. Egil betrayed the office of state executioner, sensing the cumulative turmoil of innocent blood on his unclean hands. However, no amount of righteousness would rid the sands of sin that blinded his soul's eye.

Until now. 

The fighter accepted the unwelcomed redemption, dashing furiously to the moaning house, where Sebastian and Lucian curiously entered. The relinquished pony whinnied, urging him also unto inner safety.

>Each player gains their next level's max HP before suffering acid sleet x 1, in the assumed lieu of reaching the destined canopy. The Tavern likely appears to be across the road from where they are, about another 120 feet away. Anala's manservant has taken the child inside to tend to his wounds and to escape from any possible further threats in the streets of the village of Barovia. 

As each party member enters, there is a foyer with a spiral staircase. Many rooms are boarded and barricaded except a second story where an incessant wail of melancholy ignores the below barge of all.