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"Wasn't it 'Feed the Meekulbrau?' " Mira asks curiously.

The group discusses their plan as they break the fast with a hearty repast. Cross tries once again to contact Fenrir, and finally the familiar responds through the bond. Here. Eating... It sends, a sensation of warm sunrise and a juicy morsel it is tearing apart.

So, to the berry-patch then? Merrick asks, rolling the map when they are done looking at it

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Chris1234 wrote: Thu Jan 29, 2026 5:32 pm "Works. I don't recall it being validated but I think, suspect really, that when the creature's body collapses through damage and fogs, the cloud is drawn to one of it's refuges," Jerry speculates. "I think it doubling back and so forth is unlikely. Might be wrong, but that's my opinion. So, recap: wooden stakes and mallet, garlic, holy water, fire, appropriate holy symbols presented forcefully by believers. Magic weapons can damage it, but those wounds heal quickly."

This is correct with respect to how Vampires from Faerun operate, which is where Jerry's father is from so it stands to logic. She would know specifically that a vampire reduced to fog by damage has about 2 hours to reach it's haven or it will be completely destroyed. It regains its corporeal form after 8 hours, meaning that now that it is morning it should have a body they can stake or just drag out into the sun... So long as they find him before nightfall

He pulls out the note.
"'feeding' Meekulberry bushes across the river..." He grunts. "Still not sure why you would feed a bush."

"Yes Merrick. It's more hunch than deduction. That's assuming the fog, at its rate of travel, could reach that area in less than two hours," replies Jerry. She looks across at any folk who followed it and have knowledge of tracking.

"Pyros, there are times when asking such questions lead you down places you don't want to go..." Mira comments remembering just how much of the wine she had drunk..

Awkwardly, "I guess it is too late, I can't unask it. And it seems like we need to find out anyway."

"Yes we do. But as one who has drunk a LOT of it, I scared at what the answer is." She admits a little worried, her hand gripping the table. "What if .. they put... something in it."