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...

Monday, August 22, 2005

Log Entry 29

Yuri studied the man. His looks were amiable and frank, those of a man who has no more worries in his life. After a short time, Yuri was convinced he could trust the man, who introduced himself as Sandor. Yuri told him of his recent studies in Magic and of his difficulties, relating how intriguing this new field seemed to him. He did it so well that Sandor agreed to teach him in a few subtle points, if Yuri could afford the time and the money. Yuri accepted the proposal and suggested that Sandor could also teach Irina, apparently a budding magician, and so they settled on four gold coins a day for each of them.
Meanwhile, Gregor looked at the shelves and, finding nothing to his satisfaction, he decided to go back to the main room. Amid the several books on dubious esoteric works, he found three volumes that seemed serious and carefully written, and bought them for tem gold pieces. They were about the Pre-History of Barovia, namely, the Terg occupation, about the sinister religion of the Lawgiver, and the third was about the more backward, primitive cults of Forlorn.
At length, Gregor and Yuri left the bookshop and met the others in the street. Looking for an inn, they couldn't help being sent to the Blue Water Inn, the finest lodging house in all of Barovia. It was an ancient hunting estate on the banks of the Zarovich Lake, which had belonged to the Velikovna family. It offered extraordinary amenities, like free drinks in the room, exquisite foods and a spectacular view of the sunset over the lake. The service and drinks were of the best that could be procured and accordingly its prices were steep... too steep, in fact. They had no choice but to turn their backs on it and stay in a more modest inn.
They spent the night without incidents. Gheata, as usual, was only concerned with finding a wench to bed and he did it without much trouble.

07th October 751, Second Night After the New Moon

The following morning, Yuri and Irina went early to Sandor's house and there spent the whole day. Sandor was a kind but strict master, trying to bring out the best he could from his pupils in the shortest possible time. He knew they couldn't stay more than a few days and he truly wanted to help them understand and control their magical skills.
Gregor, Eva and Gheata, on the other hand, spent the day collecting information on the road to Krezk and preparing for the journey. They learnt that it could take up to three days in normal weather, but that it could mean much more now that the winter was coming. They bought some winter clothes, shovels, climber's kits and Eva profited to exchange her long sword for a more manoeuvrable short sword. Yuri, too, at the end of the day, sold his surplus shield and armour.


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