Ravenloft Campaign: Woven Fates

Tonight, I relate the story of a group of strangers that met here in the Land of Mists and, forced by destiny, wandered its roads in formidable adventure. Join us as I lead you from their first meeting along through their travels, their misfortunes and their shining moments. Grace them with your compassion in their losses; bless them with your support when the sky is dark and bleak. Do not forget to bestow your praise upon them as they vanquish terror and hold back the minions of darkness. Raise your arm to cheer for their victories!
And above all, share your glass with us for them, both in sorrow and elation, as you accompany them in the thorny road from lost adventurers to heroes of the mists.

Come, huddle with us by the fire here in the dark. The night is cold, but within the ring of Vardos, its evils cannot touch us. Tonight, you are a guest of the Vistani and nothing will harm you. Come, the Prastonata is over and now is time for the Doroq. Let the tales now unfold, let the revelations begin...

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Log Entry 15

An ambush! They should have thought of it. To tell the truth, they probably never paid much attention to stories about bandits. And perhaps even more important, the only time they heard them was when they were at the ball, already so distant in their memories. And now, they had been caught totally unawares. The message that came with the arrow left no doubts: pay a toll or suffer the consequences. Gregor wrote a note in a paper, asking simply "How much?". He wrapped it around a stone and threw it at the trees. The answer came as the first demand: "500 gold pieces".

Hefty, outrageous sum. They spoke no answer. Instead, they prepared for battle and drew their weapons. In seeing this, a volley of arrows rained on them with deadly accuracy. Drulovic was pierced three times and fell unconscious. A shot echoed and Dinech, the driver, fell down, silent. Thérèze, nimble, hid behind the cart, but the rest of the group decided to run for the protection of the trees, denying the bandits the advantage of firing at an enemy on open ground. Alas, the assailants reacted accordingly and dexterously climbed down through previously prepared ropes. The group was all scattered and in an instant they were outnumbered and in a remarkably adverse position. Nikola quickly fell one of the bandits, but then the battle went horribly wrong. All of them were wounded and the bandits moved quickly and managed to evade all their best efforts. Seeing this, the leader, that had remained on the branch of a tree, called for surrender.

Acknowledging their desperate predicament, the group gave in and accepted the bandits' terms. The leader descended from the tree, and told them to stand still while he searched them. Yuri asked for permission to heal their wounded, and the leader assented to it. Eva approached her cousin: he lay still, but he was still alive, though in danger of life. She applied a patch on Drulovic and meditated for a while bringing him from the verge of death. He remained, however, unconscious. Yuri, on the other hand, checked on Dinech:

"He's dead. Nothing can be done for him."

Meanwhile, Gheata had steadily walked following the road when, at a distance, he saw the quandary of his companions. Swiftly but silently, he approached the cart and managed to remain hidden from everyone else.

The leader proceeded with the search, and found only Nikola's pouch. But when he was going to take it, the former refused and pointed his rapier at the leader's chest.

"No one will take anything from me"

The leader's eyes widened with a sudden anger


"I meant what I said!" was Nikola's cold answer.

And then everything fell apart. The leader released a shot from his pistol straight into

Nikola's chest. There was no chance to avoid it, and he was knocked to the ground almost lifeless.

Gheata sprang to the action but they were outnumbered in the proportion of one to two. The leader avoided to wound and fought defensively, more worried with defending one of his mates while he searched Nikola. He found two pouches and weighing one of them, considered it enough and handed it to the leader. Meanwhile, the other bandits had pounded heavily on the ambushed travellers and soon only Eva and Yuri were standing. Content with the pickings, the leader then called the attack off and they vanished hastily. Yuri knelt on the ground, incredulous, and uttered a silent prayer. Almost absent-minded, he then checked on his companions' state, but couldn't rouse any of them.

"How are they?", asked Eva anxiously.

"They'll live, but I can't do anything else for them today. Night has fallen. It's not good for us to stay here. Do you know where we are?"

"Yes. We're a little more than an hour away from an inn. I'll take that tree from the road, while you put the folks in the cart. Let's hurry, I don't like to be here at night."


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