Ravenloft Campaign: Woven Fates

Greetings!
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, November 07, 2005

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From the Journal of Yuri Azimov:


Log Entry: 20-08-751
Today, a troubled man approached me with dark omens. In his eyes I saw madness and despair unbefitting his old age. There was something unearthly in his voice, which seemed to follow me around. He was singing for everyone who would listen, near the University. In his song he foretold doom to the Church of Ezra and a dark, evil minion rising from its ashes.
He approached me, surely because of my clothing, and spoke directly at me. The weight of countless years was visible on his hunchback and unsure stepping. Still, he laughed in a disturbing way: "You are lost, man", he said, "your faith will be no more". There was something in the way he spoke that sent shivers down my spine. I was unable to react and he vanished into the crowd.
From what I learned with professor Ivanis Erbius, sometimes the words of disturbed souls drive powerful curses. At least that's the folklore of the simple people.
Log Entry:21-08-751
I had the same nightmare, again. This is unlike me, to be disturbed by words of madmen. Could it be that he was something else? I must write my recollections of the dream. It will surely help me get a better understanding of the places it portrays.
I keep hearing the same sentence the harbinger of doom was singing at the University. And I see a place unknown to me; I do not recall seeing it in this city. There was a street and a square. Unfortunately, I awoke before I could see more. I must prepare myself and take notice of all the details of that place.
Log Entry: 26-08-751
The nightmare is indeed a repeating occurrence in my rest. Tonight I was able to see a palace, magnificent in architecture and size. It faced a square with a large fountain, the same square I saw yesterday. I could not tell if the square was part of the estate. The square was divided in two by small pine trees and bordered by a hedge-maybe a lane towards the palace?
Same day, later
I am now certain that those places do not belong in this city. Such a building would be well known. Those I spoke to assured me no palace in this city had a square in front that fits my descriptions.
Log Entry: 27-08-751
Again the dream disturbs my rest. I paid closer attention to the building and recall some details of the architecture. It had two wings to each side of the entry hall. On the far end of both wings was a smaller hall in the likeness of the main one.
Log Entry: 03-09-751
At last, some light. The place I've been going to in my sleep is no other than Keshgel's Kaisersplatz. I found it on one of the books of Professor Ernst Szekel, where the front of the palace is described as a great example of symmetry in building arts. Not to mention that the palace is a landmark by itself. I looked up more information on the palace-it is a government building and one of the largest palaces in Keshgel. Its owner has died without descendents many years ago and it was claimed by the state. Apparently, it is in the household of Lord Heimoltz himself, now.
I will make arrangements to travel to Keshgel. I must see this place I dream of. And also realize why I dream of a place I've never been to before with so much detail. I hope Professor Teblis Sinewicz understands my reasons. I'm not sure I understand them myself. May Ezra guide my journey!
Log Entry: 05-09-751
A trading caravan is going to Keshgel, under military escort. They depart with two-week intervals. I must prepare some luggage for this expedition. I do not know who or what is manipulating me... I think I'm spending too much time with professor Erbius. I'm seeing conspiracy where there is none, evident superstitious behaviour.
Log Entry: 09-09-751
My studies and easy city life made me neglect my gear. Most of it is ruined with rust.
Because of that, I acquired new armour. It's an excellent chain mail. I also bought a heavy mace. It handled better than the light mace Mr. Katiuska had and the extra weight gave me a feeling of determination. I also bought a large metal shield. The ensemble is a bit heavy, but I believe it will prove very effective if I get in harm's way.
Log Entry: 11-09-751
I prepared a few scrolls with healing magic. Ezra blesses me with wondrous powers. I hope the use I'm giving them is acceptable. I must prepare some tokens so that I can ask for Ezra's guidance.
I must also look for holy water. In professor Erbius' classes, holy water was always depicted as a formidable weapon against evil. I know this is more folklore than scientific facts, but there is nothing scientific about my nightmares.

1 Comments:

Blogger The Weaver said...

These actual notes were written by Caramir and merely edited by The Weaver. Due credit should be given here to Yuri's player, then.

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