Werewolves in the Mist

On our journey to the Amber Temple
Damn it's cold

On our journey to the Amber Temple
By Barrimos “Barry” Toan

Ah the weather outside was dreadful
And the wind was oh so woeful
But to this cold weather way I say
‘Go away, go away, go away’!

I think the Dwarf thinks it amazing
Despite the roads we travel having a glazing
And colder and colder I get
H-h-h-hold a minute while I d-d-d-deal with a shivering fit

Not matter what I do I can’t get warm at all
Perhaps if the wizard would cast a fireball?

Our Adventure into Berez

We finished exploring the mansion and took a nap and slept the night there.
As we were leaving, I used detect magic out front and learned that the painting that Thad found was magical. Ven investigated it more and got a saying off it.
We started towards Berez. On our way, we noticed very dense fog and saw a light flashing across the river. We went to the light and someone told us some information that help us.
We went into the town of Berez and started exploring the town. We found a ghost who answered some of our questions about the hag and the town itself.

A poem to the fair Esmeralda
Peg Leg Essy

Peg Leg Esmeralda went out one night to get a little gin
She went up to the baron’s house, but the baron wasn’t in
She rapped and rapped and rapped and rapped, she rapped all night in vain
When all of a sudden came a ‘knock’, ‘knock’, ‘knock’ upon the window pane
Up to the window, she turned her head and the baron she did spy
And she thought by the way he turned his head, that he should surely die
“Come down, come down,” said Peg Leg Esmeralda “and sit on the porch with me”
There down he came and sat on the porch as evil and majestic as ever you’d see
But all of a sudden, here came von Richten, driving the village hack
With a roar, a bellow a ‘hey young fellow’, he started for the Baron in black
The Baron went off with a yip and a shout, for life to him was sweet
And Esmeralda’s peg leg went ‘knock’, ‘knock’, ‘knock’ down the village street
The old mule cried, the fat lady screamed, the constable let out a yell
She grabbed old man Von Richten by the collar and locked him in the cell
Peg Leg Esmeralda, she hurried back to the Baron to kill him in his bed
But found that he had gone and married a girl named Tatiana instead
Poor Esmeralda, she cried and then she bellowed and then began to roar
She jumped on a ship with her ‘knock’, ‘knock’, ‘knock’ and sailed away from shore
She sailed away, so far away, she sailed as fast as sin
But alas for poor Esmeralda the fog only allows you in

What is family?

Family, a word that brings great joy to my heart. My family, is my greatest treasure. The little sister whose laugh sounds like tinkling bells. My mother who raised us to be the best in whatever we wanted to do.

This place has been torn apart by Strahd. Even an order if knights will stand by and do nothing to help the land and people that need their help. They are no family. My “comrades”, I was told by my mother an adventure party could end up being almost a second family. I do not think that will happen here. Not with this party. Too many different ideologies. Too many out for themselves.

Madam Eva was right..

A Poem to the Undead Captain

I wonder what feeling is in your veins?
Your frostbitten heart, and probably mush for brains.
After so many long years walking in pain
what can melt your lungs so you can breathe again

Some spell so short
Of which I hope to name?
What were you before
you became a creature of pain
How can I awaken the parts of you that are dead?
Begin your beating heart instead of being undead?

Can this be true?
Can there be cure?
What can make you fall?
Besides a well-placed fireball?

Could it be said that this is it
The fire that reawakens you bit by bit.

While at the Mansion

We made it to the mansion, we as a group walk around until we saw some spiders then Adrien went back to the front since he fears spiders. The rest of us continued to go around the mansion until we got back to the front and we realized that Adrien was not there.

We decided to go inside and go up the stairs and some of us went into a room and woke up a baby dragon that flew by and down the hall to the stairs. after that room we checked other rooms, Barry noticed a bust of Andor’s head sitting on a pedestal in a corner behind a certain.

We made it to the chapel (from above) and saw 3 creatures kneeling before the alter. These creatures turned around and told Adrien (bottom level) “Get out” and started walking towards him. We started attacking these creatures.

After that fight. Ven and I headed up the stairs as the rest of the group went down stairs.

While at the Abbey

While being at the abbey, we learned that the abbot is trying to make strahd happy by putting different pieces of creatures together to make a bride.

Barry wanted to go searching for some books, so Thad, Andor and I went with. Making it upstairs, we see a creature with 2 heads playing an instrument. Barry tried joining him while playing but the two-headed creature didn’t enjoy Barry’s music.

Barry and I headed towards the doors to head towards the barracks. Thad and Andor joined shortly behind. We kept moving on and went into another room and found a counter desk thing that had a journal on it.

We went to another room and Barry had to go and read the dumb plaque on the wall and then these creatures, that we have seen before, started coming towards us.

Barry the bard of course, did a spell that affected the group even though it didn’t affect me this time. He doesn’t think about the group much, and just does what he wants.

The Abbot's journal

Day the First
As the Morning Lord bids me so do I follow. The Abbey of St. Markovia in Krezk has lo these many years lain desolate by the evil Strahd, who by his own hand, slayed the blessed Saint who gave the Abbey its name and hallowed its ground. I will restore it to it’s previous glory and purpose. Make it a place of healing and hope, once again. To do this I must win the trust of the villagers. They cower in fear in the village over which the Abbey looms. SO fearful are they of Strahd and his wolves that they dare not venture beyond the village walls. The wall of mist above the tree line might just as well be made of brick and mortar without a door as it imprisons them hither.

Day the Thirtieth
I have taken the guise of a mortal, pleasing and young, and gone among the villagers. Though they seem to harbor suspicion about my purpose and origin, they want to help. Certain am I that I can win their confidence to aid me in restoring this sanctuary they need so.

Fifteenth Day of the Third Month of the Third Year
While there is much left to do to recapture the former glory of this place, it is once more serving the village. They come to the doors – those ill of limb and mind and I tend to them as a shepherd would his flock. Light is returning to Barovia and in my heart I feel at peace.

Second Day of the Sixth Month of the Sixth Year
Today a sickly brood of inbred lepers appeared at our doors seeking salvation – they call themselves by the name Belview. Though there is little of beauty or good one can see upon them we will offer what we can to rid them of their dreadful infirmities.

Twenty Second Day of the Tenth Month of the Eighth Year
The Belviews are much improved. Their physical deformities have vanished under our soothing balms and salves. They are grateful and follow after me like dogs waiting to please. Still, they brandish such defects which go beyond what cures and treatments I can find in the Abbey’s texts. Or from my own Lord’s guidance. I am determined to make them whole again and bring them into the holy light.

Eighth Day of Fourth Month of the Tenth Year
I know not what more can be done to help these woeful creatures, but I must. I shall not be defeated. They cannot undo all that I have worked and strived to accomplish here.

Ninth Day of the Eighth Month of the Fifteenth Year
Their idea of what perfection means does not match mine. They have strange ideas of what it means to be human. They beg me to give them the eyes of a cat, wings to fly, the strength of a mule, the guile of a snake… I pity them. Their desire for bestial traits cannot lead to salvation, or so I believe. But if it persuades them to follow, then let it be so. I will yield to these mad desires, and hope it helps.

First Day of the Second Month of the Sixteenth Year
My first experiments have been abysmal failures – the results fatal. But yet they beg and plead. How do I go on? How can I stop now? How can I stop when the next might be success. We are so close…

Fifteenth Day of the Ninth Month of the Seventeenth Year
I am at my wit’s end.

First Day of the First Month of the Twenty-fifth Year
Today a Barovian lord named Vasili Von Holtz visited the Abbey. His outward appearance was pleasing enough, but I sensed a pervading evil about his person, and evil that penetrates to my depth. An evil that I cannot shake. His purpose, at first, was not clear, but he tells me that he has come to help. From whence he comes or why, I know not. Tonight he tells me he will reveal more as we sup.

Third Day of the Fourth Month of the Twenty-fifth Year
LIttle did I know that when Vasili arrived he would bring me the knowledge that would help me satisfy the needs of these pitiful creature who torment my soul. He brings forbidden lore from the Amber Temple. This has solved the fatal dilemma of transformation that has eluded me thus far. We have found the way to satisfy what they have asked. There is much work to do.

Twelfth Day of the Fifth Month of the Thirty-ith Year
They are happy as mongrelfolk. If insanity brings them happiness, we should all be insane.

Nineteenth Day of the Tenth Month of the Fifty-fifth Year
I have found two of these mongrelfolk who serve me poorly as guards – Otto and Zygfrek. These are two of my most impressive creations thus far. I am proud, as a father must feel.

Sixth Day of the Sixth Month of the Sixty-sixth Year
I should have known. How foolish have I been?! Or maybe I did know, but refused to believe so. Vasili has revealed himself to be the devil Strahd! What is to be done? It would be futile to attempt to slay such an immortal creature. The ancient curse upon this land protects him. He can never truly die – at least not in Barovia.

Fourteenth Day of the Sixth Month of the Sixty-sixth Year
There is more to this monster than meets the eye. Alone at supper tonight Strahd unburdened himself, and lamented the curse that has followed him day and night through the centuries. He wants nothing more than to escape Barovia. Despite myself I feel the pangs of sympathy and the urge to help him find release, and peace. I have taken it upon myself to find a cure for this “malady” of his and set him free of this torment.

Seventh Day of the Third Month of the Sixth-seventh Year
I can only see one way of curing this poor soul – reunification with his lost love. He speaks so fondly and wistfully of her. I am certain this way lies salvation for all of us. This will end Barovia’s curse once and for all.

? Day of the ? Month of the Seventy-ith Year
The Belviews languish in the madhouse as I toil on creating a golem bride for Strahd using the parts I have them scavenge from the town below.

Seventy-first Year
Training of the bride progresses slowly. She shall live again to live to love. Hah, love, the word tastes like bitteroot in my mouth. Why is LIVE evil spelled backwards? I wonder what I have wrought? Is this what the Morning Lord has sent me to do?

The lessons in etiquette and the manners of a lady move slow like the wheels of Eternity, but soon she will be ready to be presented to Strahd.

Vasilka. She is beautiful. He will be so pleased. I can feel the Morning Lord’s light again.

A Poem to the Abbot

I’ve been inspired by our encounters at the Abby!

The Abbot was feeling quite blue,
Golems in his abby were few,
So he gave a blazing rendition
On the church’s undead tradition
And the Golems in his abby soon grew.

Krezk, not quite what was expected
Andor Adventure log
After seeing Strahd at yester hill, and dealing with druids, more plant creatures, and a giant living tree; we ventured to krezk with a delivery from the Winery. Upon arrival in Krezk, we explored around town, and came a cross a pool. I shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore, but I saw Irena walk into the pool to meet a man, and then they disappeared. Ismark went after her and was struck down by lightning as we heard what I assume is Strahds voice yelling “She’s Mine”. We then went back to the burgeormasters house and found their son had been broght back from the dead by “the Abbot”. We have since ventured up to the abbey to investigate. I can only imagine what we will find here….

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