I hope someday these letters reach you, hopefully hand-delivered in this journal by yours truly. In my search for Captain Frostclaw, I seemed to have stumbled into a far different land than I have ever heard of. Before you go off berating me for being unable to even read a map, this place is not on any map, nor is the culture like any society we have ever learned about. I doubt even Lanegan, your favorite son, would have been able to avoid a trip to this sullen land.
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This place is horrible Father, as if it were a land bent on bringing your worst nightmares to bear. I stumbled into an tavern called The Blue Water Inn. However, I have failed to see any blue water anywhere around in this desolate land. The inkeep took me in and I was able to secure some warm food for the first time in a couple of days, as Outrider rations were running low. He said he had some people I should talk to, and looked uneasy. I c…
The party continues on the road towards Vallaki. The road snakes around a mountainside, and a sprawling valley becomes visible below and to the west. There they see a deep, misty valley filled with pine trees and a large lake. As they travel, they reach a T-intersection, with a road heading east and up the Pillar Stone directly to Castle Ravenloft. The road leading to the castle is partially paved with cobblestones as if it was once well used, but like all of Barovia, has now fallen into despair.
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The party veers North-West along the road, and soon come to a second set of massive gates. As they approach, they can hear voices on the other side; and a shrill scream. They rush to investigate to find 6 men in red robes surrounding a young woman; maybe 13. The men have daggers drawn, and the party intervenes. They explain that this sacrifice is necessary, and lady Wachter has assured them that it will please Strahd. They talk briefly about th…
Breathing heavily and weary from their fight with the goblins, the party debated what to do with the captives. Trajek wanted to use them as meat shields while the adventurers investigated the rest of the cave, Finbin wanted to be done with them and off the treacherous and evil things. Eventually, Finbin caved to the large half-orc’s wishes under the assumption they would set the captive wolves on a chase after the goblins on the way out. Finbin hated goblins, and felt sick at the thought of leaving any alive. To him they were the embodiment of pure filth and conniving ways, always trying to weasel out of challenges in life. Trudging on through the dim cave, they came to the locked room. Looking around, the party noticed the sluice which had been used against them and paused for a moment to watch it fill. Breaking their pause, a voice called out.