Karasha seems at ease traveling the road and arriving at Berez, even the flies don't seem to bother her. She looked around as they arrived - it seemed as if nature was taking back the village

....as it always does with time.  Her gaze went to the treehouse and the person holding the lantern. "We may have company" She muttered as she grasped her new staff made from the tree that once held her.

Skuldja felt a bit at home walking in the marsh. "This marsh reminds me of home a bit, damn these flies though." She smacks a fly on her arm, successfully squashing it. She then brandished her greatsword, at the sight of the person holding the lantern, and began approaching them.

Lando looked about, and noted the two prominent structures.  It was the mansion that they needed to get to, but the tree house was likely a watch tower.  Fortunately they had watchers of their own.  He addressed the six wereravens, "I'd like you to scout for us.  Go to the far edge of the cottages so as not to give up our position, then fly a sweep around the area.  Check the tree house for lookouts, and see if you can get better intelligence on the mansion.  Also look out for reinforcements," he indicated the lantern across the river, "hopefully they're too far away."

While he waited for the scouts to return, he looked around for useful equipment ie. loot.

09:34, Today: Lando rolled 14 using 1d20+4.  investigation.

The wereravens nod to Lando, shapeshift, dropping their clothes and things right where they stood, and fly off.

You approach the lantern, U6...

A dozen moss-covered menhirs form a near-perfect circle in the spongy earth. These weathered stones range in height from 15 to 18 feet. A couple of them lean inward as if to share some great secret with their inscrutable neighbors. A wary-looking peasant woman lurks behind the tallest stone, a rusty lantern clutched in one gnarled hand and a dagger clutched in the other.

"You are friends of the Keepers of the Feather? I saw you with them, the wereravens. I saw them fly away before you came this way. I am a friend of the Martikovs. I am Muriel. We cannot get close to the hut, for the scarecrows. They keep us away.

These stones have existed before time. There must be some purpose. Some meaning to them, but no one knows. The information was lost to time. Perhaps Strahd himself does not know."

The circle is 100 feet across, and the menhirs are spaced apart at regular intervals. The stones located to the north, west, south, and east are taller than the other eight stones, which have weatherworn glyphs carved into them that represent different animals. Characters who inspect the smaller menhirs can discern the following animal shapes carved into them: bear, elk, hawk, goat, owl, panther, raven, and wolf.

Karasha and Zrakrud can sense that powerful gods once blessed this site, and that it still holds some measure of power. They can also sense one of its properties, namely that creatures within the circle can’t be targeted by any divination magic or perceived through magical scrying sensors.
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Skuldja eyes the woman, suspicious of her, with her sword ready. "Hello Muriel... You're not the Baba Yaga lady are you? Yes, I like the Raven people."

Zrakrud had remained quiet, his attention to the surrounding area, the swampy ground that was quiet odd to him. Every once in awhile he reached down to touch the ground. As Lando sent the wereravens off and began searching he nodded in agreement and began to aid in the search.

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OOC:
Investigation: 19


11:53, Today: Zrakrud rolled 19 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 14.  Investigation.

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Zrakrud eyes look over the woman as he studies her a moment, then the power from the menhirs stones draws his attention. His attention shifts once again to the woman, what is she hiding if she is within their circle. Leaning in close to Lando he whispers softly in his ear

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"Do not trust what you see. I cannot say but the magic is palpable here and it protects against divination. The ability to discern truths."

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Lando nodded slightly to Zrakrud. He listened to the woman with the critical ear of one used to the honeyed deceptions of politians.  Did she seem to be one who could be trusted?

09:39, Today: Lando rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  insight.

Karasha went to the stones, eyes narrowed as she loomed at them. The shape, the design...it meant something to her, but it was from her grasp.

...like so much if her life right now.

The touched the stone closest to her, one engraved with the owl, and closed her eyes, feeling the frustration flow from her. "The power is subtle, but I feel it....it's old. Familiar."

She looks at the woman and nods. "Druid's back home used such circles to focus their power - even some clerics dedicated to nature. It fills my heart to see something familiar."

Insight check: she seems to be telling the truth and is who she says she is.
Investigation check: You find nothing of value among the ruins. The menhirs do not give up their secrets to you. Perhaps it is as Muriel said: not even Strahd knows.

Muriel shakes her head, "No, no, no. I am not Baba Lysaga. She lives there in the hut and I spy on her, somehow I have managed to stay undetected. She has captured many of my kind, trapped in cages. If you could get close and free them they will all be able to help, but I have not been able to do it."

Just then you hear terrible squawking of ravens coming from the area you sent the wereravens to investigate. Then just as quickly as it began all is silent.

Muriel puts her hand to her mouth, "No. She is hunting. She just captured more of us. The ones you came here with."

Karasha had a hard look on her face. She hated any form of imprisonment almost as much as undead. Her hands clenched and unclenched at the mere thought. "Freeing them sounds a just cause in my opinion. And this Baba Lysaga, if she hold prisoners, needs to be taught that life, like nature, can not be restrained."

Zrakrud didn't trust this one, but could they trust this Baba Lysaga if that truly who was over there? Either way did it matter? They would have to free the ones they came here with. "We should scout and see how they were captured if they were captured."

"Thank you for this information, Mistress Muriel. It seems we have common cause, and we will try to free your people," he said as much to reassure the others as to comfort Muriel

Addressing his companions he said, "Let's scout this out stealthily, like Zrakrud suggested.  I say we should spread out a bit so if one of us is spotted someone could still get to the cages undetected, and free the others."

He cautiously sneaked out in the direction of the hut. What he kept to himself was that he wanted to know more about this Baba Lysaga, and what he could learn from her about Strahd.


14:53, Today: Lando rolled 16 using 1d20+5.  stealth.

Where is the hut?  can we see the cages from here?  I like visual references, it helps me focus.

Skuldja spreads out like Lando says. She really circles around so that she is approaching the hut at a 90 degree angle to where Lando is approaching it. She enters the hut if she can.

22:31, Today: Skuldja Blackrazor rolled 22 using 1d20+2.  Stealth.

Nat 20 on sneaky, yay!

Zrakrud nodded to Lando and while the others began to spread out and begin approaching the commotion he began an incantation. His fingers weaved a pattern of protection about him, as his incantation came to a close, a thin layer of ice began to form about him encasing him in a protective film that flashed brightly for a moment for before disappearing. With his natural talents he then began to follow the lead of the others, circling towards the commotion giving a bit of space between the others, but close enough he could support any of them.

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OOC: Mage Armour (8 Hour Duration)

10:11, Today: Zrakrud rolled 10 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 7. Stealth.

Note: Mask of the Wild: You can attempt to hide even when you are only lightly obscured by foliage, heavy rain, falling snow, mist, and other natural phenomena

Zrakrud nodded to Lando and while the others began to spread out and begin approaching the commotion he began an incantation. His fingers weaved a pattern of protection about him, as his incantation came to a close, a thin layer of ice began to form about him encasing him in a protective film that flashed brightly for a moment for before disappearing. With his natural talents he then began to follow the lead of the others, circling towards the commotion giving a bit of space between the others, but close enough he could support any of them.

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OOC: Mage Armour (8 Hour Duration)

10:11, Today: Zrakrud rolled 10 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 7. Stealth.

Note: Mask of the Wild: You can attempt to hide even when you are only lightly obscured by foliage, heavy rain, falling snow, mist, and other natural phenomena

Karasha looked around the area, wondering how best to help. That's when she spotted it - a rat, scurrying for a tree. All of a sudden, she has flashes in her mind, memories long dormant of herself in animal form.

The woman smiled as she looked at the others. "I'll get as close as I can and see what I can find."

With that she closed her eyes and reached into herself. In a small flash, the elf was gone, in her place a small brown rat.

The rat looked up, squeeked and ran off to scout ahead

Hut: https://5e.tools/img/adventure/CoS/101-cos10-02.jpg
(the floating skull reminds me of the bad guy from Sonic the Hedgehog. try not to laugh.)

You spread out and stay 50+ feet away from the hut, scouting it out.

Someone has built a ramshackle wooden hut on the stump of what was once an enormous tree. The rotting roots of the stump thrust up from the mire like the legs of a gigantic spider.

An open doorway is visible on one side of the hut, beneath which floats the upside-down, hollowed-out skull of a giant. Flanking the hut's doorway are two iron cages that dangle like hideous ornaments from the eaves. Scores of ravens are trapped in each one. They squawk and flutter their wings excitedly as you approach, but no noise can be heard from the cages.

Skuldja continues to sneak right up to the front door, the swamp is her natural habitat after all. But regardless, a voice cackles out from inside, "You think you're so sneaky, sneaky??? I can smell you. Hehehehe. Don't be afraid. Come in. Come in."

The door opens and purple smoke rolls out.

"I just caught a few more wereravens and am finishing up my bath, but I don't mind. Come on in. Hehehehee."

As the door opens, the rat scurried in quickly and under a table for cover. She sat there, listening to the woman.

Skuldja looks shocked that the woman can smell her with her mouth becoming agape as she stared into the now open doorway. She then takes a moment to lift her arm and smell her armpit. Then she turned her attention back to the doorway and entered the room, her sword ready to do some swinging and a glare on her face. "Let the birdy people go."

Zrakrud was not interested in going inside though the others seem to be ready to do so. He moved a bit closer to support Skuldja but if she went inside he was unsure how he could aid her.

If Skuldja could keep Baba Lysaga occupied maybe the rest of them could free the captives.  He would have preferred to be the one talking, but things didn't work out that way.  He crept up to the cage on the south side examining it for a way to open it.


09:44, Today: Lando rolled 24 using 1d20+4.  investigation.

Karasha is inside the hut, the sizes and shapes of things are so different from how they should appear to a human, but her mind is able to comprehend it.

Skuldja walks in bravely. Zrakrud can get a decent look at the room by sneaking near the door, the farthest anyone could be from him is 20'.

The hut is fifteen feet on a side and packed with old furniture, including a wooden cot, a wicker cabinet, a slender wardrobe, a wooden table, a stool, a barrel-topped wooden chest reinforced with brass bands, and an iron tub stained with blood. The tub is empty.

In the middle of the room is a ghastly wooden crib with a small, angelic child sitting in it. All the furnishings except for the crib are bolted to the floor. Beneath the crib, green light seeps up through cracks between the rotting floorboards.

The witch isn't here. Or...maybe invisible?

"heheheheeeee. Fell for the oldest trick in the book." Karasha looks up in time to see the witch's claws swiping down at her, attempting to snatch her. Karasha Dex save dc15 to escape Baba Lysaga's clutches.

Skuldja and Zrakrud see the witch now, bent over the table trying to catch a rat.

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Lando scoffs. The cages aren't even locked, merely just latched in a way that a bird would never be able to lift it. He could easily open them both if he wanted to. The birds flutter and caw at him, but no sound comes out from the cage, clearly some sort of lingering silence magic. Skipping lock picking due to your nat20.
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"Prepare to die evil witch!" Skuldja, very angrily, recklessly charges the evil old hag with her greatsword and starts to go into a frenzy.

19:36, Today: Skuldja Blackrazor rolled 15 using 2d20+5, dropping the lowest dice only.  Reckless Attack on Baba Lasaga.

19:37, Today: Skuldja Blackrazor rolled 14 using 2d6+5.  Damage.

Raging, attacking recklessly, and going into a frenzy.

Lando indicated to the ravens to stay calm, and opened the first cage.  As he crossed to the other, he saw Skuldja attack the witch, and called to her, "You can do it!  I have confidence in you!"

Action: open the first cage

Bonus action: bardic inspiration to Skuldja 1d6

Move to the north cage

Zrakrud's mouth dropped as Skuldja charged into the room. No thought no planning with the others, just a charge. Zrakrud begins a slight hum and chant in response to Skuldja charging further into the room. He needed to see what would happen before he would attack further, but he was prepared to defend himself.

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OOC: Begin Bladesong