Werewolves in the Mist

Andor Adventure Log

It has been quite an eventful couple of days. This Vallaki place seemed more normal than Barovia village, but after a couple of days I am not convinced. We heard many rumors the first night at the church and have been following most of those leads. We rescued a Vistani girl and returned her to her father, who had seen Ergan and Martess. They sent them back to Barovia village, and after much discussion, they agreed to send word to them of my location in Vallaki. We finally met this Rictavio, and I wasn’t a huge fan, he seemed to be hiding something. It turns out he is part of a secret gang that is going to bring down Strahd. We helped hm escape town and took out big ugly Izek, the burgomaster’s main bodyguard. I do not feel right about this burgomaster, he forces everyone to participate in festivals, as he feels happiness is a way to ward off Strahd….

Small Wonders
Can this be true?

Thad thinks back to the last few days. What is happening? Can it be true? Am I a Sorcerer?

I know the dreams are different, like nothing that I have ever had before. The strands that I see and I seem to pluck them in a certain way, then my dream changes.

It seems that the first time anything happened was when we were at the small cemetery and we saw this corpse hanging from a gallows. Ven had mentioned she might use Mage Hand, as I watch a ghostly hand appeared and touched the body. Several days later Ven mentioned that she hadn’t cast the spell.

The second time, was when the whole group was walking down the street. I was so hungry I almost couldn’t stand it. I happened to glance down one of the allies and saw a garbage pile. All of a sudden the ghostly hand appeared, picked up a couple of spoiled lettuce. It then carried it to me. I thanked Ven but she denied casting the spell. She asked if I had cast it and of course I said no, I’m not a caster.

Neither of those times had I consciously cast the spell.

Finally we were sitting in the inn and I began to think that maybe I could cast the spell. I concentrated on creating the hand at a nearby empty table. I almost lost it when it appeared just where I tried to make it. I repeated the spell several times feeling more confident with each casting.

Ven noticed what I was doing and said something. I don’t really know what she had said as I was engrossed in practice. It might have been “You are a sorcerer”. It could have been something else, I don’t know.

I think is was the next day, several of us were on out way back to the inn from a visit to the stockyard to check out the brightly colored wagon, when we saw a large group of the city guard near the front door of the inn. It looked like they were ready for a fight. We snuck around and entered the back door.

Inside the remainder of our group were sitting at a table with the pointy eared traveler Rictavio. We told them about the guards and it was suggested that we leave at once by way of the rear entrance. It seems that the guard was after Rictavio. He got his horse from the inn’s stable and we proceeded to the stockyard so he could hitch up his wagon and leave town.

Just after we entered the stockyard, we saw several of the city guard and their claw armed boss, Izek Strazni. He said something to the effect that we were all under arrest because we were associating with Rictavio,

Needless to say a fight ensued. As we were fighting I decided to try and pluck a different set of strands. I pointed my finger and “Wow!” some kind of ray blasted out and hit a guard. He didn’t seem to like it. I did it one more time before I waded into the fight using my rapier.

We managed to kill them all and get out of the stockyard unseen, or so we thought. That night at the inn as we were having dinner, some one (Ernst Larnak) came to our table and said that he had seen what had happened. He then went on to invite us all to have dinner with Fiona Watcher.

Tarokka reading

Madam Eva draws cards from her deck and arranges them face down in a cross pattern on the table. Turning the first card over she says, “This card tells of history. Knowledge of the ancient will I help you better understand your enemy.” The card that is revealed is The Wizard. Madam Eva tells you, “Look for a wizard’s tower on a lake. Let the wizard’s name and servant guide you to that which you seek.”

The woman turns over the second card. “This card tells of a powerful force for good and protection, a holy symbol of great hope.” The Enchanter. “I see a kneeling woman – a rose of great beauty plucked too soon. The master of the marsh knows of whom I speak.”

Madam Eva continues. “This is a card of power and strength. It tells of a weapon of vengeance: a sword of sunlight.” The third card revealed is The Paladin. “I see a sleeping prince, a servant of light and the brother of darkness. The treasure lies with him.”

“This card sheds light on one who will help you greatly in the battle against darkness.” The Mists. “A Vistana wanders this land alone, searching for her mentor. She does not stay in one place for long. Seek her out at Saint Markovia’s abbey, near the mists.”

Madam Eva pauses before turning the final card. “Your enemy is a creature of darkness, whose powers are beyond mortality. This card will lead you to him!” The card is The Darklord. “He lurks in the depths of darkness, in the one place to which he must return.”

A Confused Thad

Things have been different. I don’t know really why. Ever since I had that dream while we were in the death house, I feel different. Almost any food I eat makes me sick. I have tried wines, water, and trail rations. Yup, they all made me feel horrid.

I don’t know why, but I grabbed a brown wilted flower from the room in Ismark’s house where they had kept his brothers’ coffin. I was so hungry. It went down fine and took the edge off my hunger just a little. Why did that wilted flower not bother me where normal real food tears up my stomach.

Well enough of that. The group left Barovia with Ismark & Ireena Kolyana. Our task is to get her to Vallaki. We thought that it wouldn’t be too hard since it is only about a day’s hike. Yeah right.

First we came upon a small graveyard that was overshadowed by an old gallows. When we first saw it, there was a frayed rope fluttering in the small breeze. I looked away and back, and there was a body hanging from a noose. The body was of some local and was all grey. I heard Ven say she might cast Mage hand and touch the body. Rendel started moving forward to look closer. Then a spectral hand appeared near the body and then touched it. The body crumbled to dust and was blown away on the breeze.

I had the strange feeling of the texture of the cloth that had been on the body. I looked at Ven and she was just standing there looking mystified.

We looked at the small grave area and there was about 8 or nine headstones, all blank. Strange. Then we saw an open grave with a carved headstone. I moved closer and saw the name of our dwarven cleric carved there. But he is not dead.

Then we got to the Vistani camp. This got spooky real fast. The old lady in the tent seemed to know all our names before we even told her. She dealt out 5 cards from a weird deck of cards and told a kind of fortune. But the spookiest was when she gave personal readings. She seemed to know that I could not eat normal food and I had told no one. There were other things that she said, that I will have to think about for a while.

We also had a battle with wolves, hellhounds and even three dire wolves. I don’t know why, but I felt that I could have done things different. Not a clue what.

We final make it to Vallaki just before they closed the palisade gates for the night. I think we will head to church and spend the night. Days like this really make me wonder what is going on.

Ven's Journal Entry 39

These roads are so familiar. Each bend and curve in the path reminds me of… something. Sometime. Somewhere.

A strange thing happened yesterday. On this path, this path that I may have traveled before, stood a gallows. It was a disused construction but as we passed it there was… a figure. It seemed to have appeared out of nothing. Maylynn seemed especially distressed but her ramblings made no sense. Then, as subtly as it had appeared, it was gone. It seemed to melt into a pile of desiccated remains. I thought I saw the shimmering of a magic hand touch the hanged man before it crumbled away. I had considered touching the thing with my own mage’s hand but didn’t. How peculiar.

Off the road a way, behind the gallows, stood a graveyard. All of the headstones were blank but one. The marked headstone stood above an open grave. I didn’t see anything inside the grave and the pile of dirt next to it didn’t seem especially fresh. The marker read “Valko Frostbelly”. Old Wolf had been somewhat distant during that days travels but I understand. People have said the same about me. Although, seeing such an omen may have taken me out of my reverie.

Needless to say, we moved on from that portentous place very quickly. We were delayed by some creatures that we later learned were hell hounds and their ilk. Possibly minions of Strahd?

The vistani are a strange folk. We came upon their camp and this… Eva seemed to know our names and to have been waiting for our arrival. I do not trust these people. But this tarokka… this is poetry. The poetry of seers.

Maylynn's Journal Entry

We left Barovia with Ismark and his sister Ireena to get Ireena to Vallaki to be safe from Strahd. While on our way we walked by this graveyard, we saw a body hanging from a rope. When I looked at it better, I recognized myself as the body hanging there. I tried letting the others know and they just tried to convince me it was some local guy. Then Ven was going to touch it and Thad was walking towards it and that is when I noticed the body crumbled and turned into dust and blew away with the wind. We looked at the graves and noticed 8 or 9 of the headstones were blank, and one of the headstones that our buddy’s name on it, but he is not dead. So that was really creepy along with seeing myself hanging from rope in a tree.

We then ran into some wolves, dire wolves, and hellhounds and survived.

We then arrived at the Vistani Camp, and that is where things started to get a little spooky. The lady in the big tent invited us in and knew our names before we told her, and then did this weird fortune telling thing with cards for the whole group and then personal readings for everyone else.

We finally made it to Vallaki and plan on heading to the church for the night.

Andor's Journal entry.

I have joined a group of adventurers that I met at the Inn in Barovia. They seem friendly enough, although a couple of them are a bit odd. Anyway, I found out that I had been tricked and the Burgomaster is already dead. This strange Strahd vampire is keeping anyone from leaving, and is obsessed with Ireena Kolyana. After taking her to the chapel in Barovia, Strahd showed up with some of his minions. We were able to deal with his minions, and with the help of Kord I sent Strahd away…. for now.

We have traveled to Vallaki and plan to stay in the Church and see what we can find out here, I hope to find Ergan and Martess in this place. We stopped at a Vistani camp along the way, and met a fortune teller named Eva. She gave us a strange reading involving a wizard, and enchanter, a Paladin, the mists, and the Darklord. Not sure how much I trust her, but it is worth remembering, as this is a strange place. She gave me a personal reading saying that I will find something and lose something, but I will have great opportunity. Such is life, so she may be just another gypsy looking for money.

Ven's Journal Entry 38

When I entered the church and heard the cries of a child from below the floorboards I was a young child again. I could smell the dank cellar and hear the muffled voices overhead. The darkness nearly overwhelmed me, but then I felt the tingle of magic that It had given me. Both the magic and It’s presence comforted me. Broken out of my reverie I became angry. I would rather have died than live the rest of my life in that cellar. I could see the shock in my companions expressions as I confronted the Donavich. He excused his behavior saying that his son had become a vampire. Either way, I knew what I had to do.

I managed to stay behind and Maylynn and I tried to take the beast on. We failed miserably and I was bitten. What a jest it would be to become a monster after all this time. I wonder if It would stay with me if I turned?

If we were unable to put Strahd’s spawn to rest, what chance have we against the devil himself?

Westward, ho!

Preparations complete, characters fully rested, the party, now consisting of Adrien, Andor, Ismark, Ireena, Maylynn, Thadius, Old Wolf, and Ven head due west from the burgmaster’s mansion until coming upon the Old Svalich Road which leads southwest into the valley.
You noticed a raven perched upon the twisted gates to the mansion when you left, and you’ve caught sight of that raven, or perhaps another one, flying high above you several times this morning. Ireena remarks that this is a good omen.
The day is overcast, as usual, but slightly less foggy than the past several days and the road isn’t too muddy.

Fr. Donavich's farewell

Following the events at the church and cemetery, the party rests up and prepares to depart Barovia Village for Vallaki. In the middle of the afternoon, Fr. Donavich seeks out Old Wolf and Andor. “I apologize for this morning, but you must understand, I love my son! I still have hope that he may yet be saved. If I lose that hope…. well, I fear I would have nothing left to live for.” He pauses, seemingly uncertain about how to proceed. After a moment, he continues, “Doru has been quieter today, and I’ve had time to think. Seeing you fight off the devil Strahd was…. amazing, inspiring! Perhaps the Morninglord has heard my prayers after all.” He hands you a wineskin. “Please take this. I don’t think The Morninglord would approve of how I have been using its powers.” He straightens up. “Thank you for rekindling my faith. I hadn’t realized the depths of my own despair. You have brought a bit of light into this land and I can neglect the people of the village no longer.” He turns to leave. “If you should discover some means to save my son, I would be eternally grateful. Safe travels. May the Morninglord light your way.” He then departs back to his church.


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