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They finished the rest of their meal of potatoes, goat cheese and cabbage, and noticed half amused that the owners let a black crow fly free in the common room. Irina eyed it eagerly, while Gheata made jokes about shooting it down with his Parthian rapier. When the crow flew over their table and let a feather fall, both jumped at it, but Gheata was faster and caught it. Irina was disappointed,

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Yuri remained at his post of observation for a long time. He studied the night intensively, waiting for a clue that a feeling within told him would come. He could not explain his conviction, but he did not descend from the rooftop until perhaps one hour later, perhaps an hour and a half, a fire erupted in the woods to the south. Yuri could see a large area catching fire and a just some moments

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Oblivious, for the moment, to anything but their own safety, the group despaired as Gregor and Eva struggled to get free of the web. Minutes went by and all their efforts proved futile. They tried cutting the strands with their blades, but they enmeshed around the weapons without being cut. Worse, pulling the weapons back required considerable effort. Gheata proposed setting the web aflame, but

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Gheata sat in the dark, the sun having set in the horizon two hours ago. In the same squalid, fetid room, the five Gundarakites looked at him, uneasily. Since their release, the conversation between them and Gheata had been nearly non-existent. Only one of them could barely understand and make himself understood by Gheata. But now, as the five men made preparations to sleep, Gheata tried to

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19th September 751, 2nd Night Before the Full Moon Gregor and Nikola returned late to the temple, and found Yuri walking disquietly in the hall. He was uncomfortable with the previous night's failed excursion to track the ghost. That didn't prove his theory wrong, but certainly made things more difficult for them. Now, they would have to guess if the ghost had a cyclic existence and learn it if

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Evangelina woke up early. Her mind was too full of subjects dancing back and forth and she couldn't get to sleep again. She was aching to know if they would find any new information concerning the ghost. She gave a quick thought over the two girls and then dismissed it confidently, as she thought that by now they should be healed. She dressed quickly and headed back to the temple. When she

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It was perhaps an hour before dusk when the group met all again at the temple and they of their findings to each other. Tersis, on the other hand, had news of his own: two girls had appeared that morning with a strange feebleness, even though on the eve they had been with perfect health. Neither of them was of sickly completion, so people found the fact odd and reported it to the search. Their

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Elizabeta accompanied the group to the front door. As they were going down the stair that led to the street, a man dressed in the Priest's Habit came up. He eyed Gregor with interest and Elizabeta explained: "This is Gregor, Samuel, a new brother that we welcome in our family. Gregor, I introduce you to Samuel Valentin, my chief-advisor and so your superior." After the introductions where done,

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The group lay scattered on the ground for a while, recollecting their bearing. At length, they got up and returned to the temple. Their first brush with the supernatural had been too unexpected for each of them, but more taxing for Nikola than for anyone else. It was around noon when they arrived. They had lunch alone, since Tersis was absent, and after that, they went separate ways. Nikola went

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After leaving Mitrescu's shop, the hour for lunch drew nearer and so, tired and with empty stomachs, they entered a tavern and set to replenish their strengths. While they ate, Yuri tried to know Gregor better and, on understanding that he too was a man of the cloth, and therefore, to his view, trustworthy, he decided that perhaps Gregor would be a good companion for the task Milhouse had set him

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Profile: Yuri is 34 years old. He doesn't like idle talk, preferring to use all his resources to solve any problem that presents to him. Yuri is a man of action and analytical thought based on a strong faith and a broad knowledge about the world and those around him. He is a natural leader of groups and a motivator for others, but he's not quick to give his confidence to anyone. Background: Yuri

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Profile: Gregor is 18 years old, but looks older. He's very fond of food and cooking lessons at the Monastery proved to be his most cherished memory after Ramirez and his teachings. Accordingly, he's overly large for his height which is worsened by the fact that he's short for a man of his age. He's well-humoured and, although given to fits of melancholy, mostly cheerful. He is lightly-tanned,

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Profile: Vladimir "Gheata" Cartafor is stern and kept to himself. He is markedly selfish and has little tendency to cooperate in a team. His cold, stern face, and his almost total absence of emotions, have earned him the nickname "Gheata", meaning "Ice". He prefers the mountains to the plains and cities. Physically, he's very strong, and has an impressive musculature. He's blunt in what he says

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Profile: Nikola is 24 years old, and his harsh childhood has branded him with a deeply ingrained mistrust of human kind. As a result, he is very introverted, selfish and asocial, being easily labelled impolite at best and a worthless rogue at worst. His eyes are furtive and wouldn't look misplaced in a bandit. He is tall and slim, with green-brownish eyes and a deeply tanned skin. Background: As

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Profile: Evangelina (Eva for short) is an athletic and attractive young woman. She has black eyes set on a fair light skin, and her red hair gives her an appearance quite out of the ordinary. She is not very tall, but is muscular and well-shaped, and has trained her body both in strength and agility. She is a bit rough in her handling of people, without the romantic ways of city-ladies. She is

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The day had dawned already. Nikola and Nancy agreed that they should leave at the next early dawn and that this day should be spent with the preparations. "And where shall we go, Nancy?" "I don't know, Nikola. But I don't want to stay here nor go back to my parents'". "Well, I don't have many options either. I was travelling with some people that continued to Barovia. Perhaps we should go

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Gregor nodded to Yuri's words, somewhat disappointed, but soon enough, the prospect of rest, food and what looked like a thriving commercial activity enlightened his spirits again: "Come on, you slugs. There's Krezk over there, hurry, let's leave these mountains behind for good. They moved fast, uplift by the vision of a large city before them. They were still on the Old Svalich Road, which had

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After the fight, Gregor went first to check Irina's horse. It was alive, but had gone unconscious due to the cold. He channelled the power of the Morning Lord and revived it. With uncontained joy he watched as it scrambled to its feet and stood upright, still shivering but clearly withstanding the cold. Meanwhile, Gheata skinned the Yeti and cut its head off. After half an hour, he was done,

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12th September, 2nd Night of the Waxing Moon Yuri departed early in the morning with a group of merchants that were going to Keshgel. Most were from Ingelberg, but some of the group were based in Keshgel and now returned home. The journey passed without incident, but for the whole day the travellers watched the woods bordering the road suspiciously. Bandits were not unheard of, and although the

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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

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During the day, snow had fallen incessantly, to the point where, by noon, it had accumulated to one foot. Thus, their only distraction and occupation during the day was digging the snow periodically so that it wouldn't rise too much. Mercilessly, it kept falling and falling and when night finally came, they decided it was better to leave some one watching through the night. They lit a fire with

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Nikola looked at himself. Everything was normal this time. The door was locked, his clothes were folded. No, he had not gone out this night, he was sure. He went to the pub that day and met Finn there, as ever listening to gossip and counting it back to everyone else. But he wasn't as cheerful as usual. "People are scared. Another man was found dead this morning. Again, on the outskirsts of the

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8th October 751, 3rd Night After the New Moon The following day, Irina and Yuri went again to Sandor's house, and they did so well that by the end of the day, Sandor told them they were free to move on, that the most complex part they had already achieved. "You can find the rest for yourselves", he told them. Meanwhile, the rest of the group idled time by, waiting patiently that the next day

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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

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1st October 751, 7th Night of the Waning Moon Nikola woke up early, determined to find a job that very same day. He wandered through Ingelberg intent for the whole morning, but nothing could be found that suited him. At last, when the sun was reaching its zenith, he found a house with a brass plaque hanging by the door, with the lettering Eberhardt van Kruger - Financier. Nikola decided to try

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With this last statement, Bran Martikova broke off, leaving Gregor worried. It had looked vaguely as a threat of some uncertain kind. Yes, perhaps leaving truly was the best thing to do. 5th October 751, Night of the New Moon In the morn, they were ready. They left early determined to reach Vallaki as soon as possible, though Donosty's ominous words about Svalich Pass marked didn't leave their

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They spent almost two hours with the armourer, rummaging in the warehouses in the prowl for good weapons and armours. When at last they were satisfied that nothing could be found better, they were ready to retire to their rooms. Strahd had given instructions to the chamberlain to prepare four rooms, one for each one of them, but they were all two-bedded and the group didn't need that great an

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Gheata rose for lunch. Along with Yuri and Eva, he ate at the inn. Then, he dressed up, donned his armour, and went for a walk through Barovia. The sun was still shining, and he quickly saw the whole village. Faithful to his wantonly needs, he had been looking for girls, apparently unaware that such kind of market would be very much unpopular in such a small town where everybody watched everybody

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Some time later, the crowd had dispersed, sent away by the elders. They too conversed for a bit of time and entered the house better to talk in privacy. The band profited to approach it and sate their curiosity of what had happened. Donosty too had left, and they were practically the only ones that hadn't moved away. What words or threats had so effectively cast the population away, they did not

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They rose and bade farewell to the priest. The sun was reaching its highest point in the sky and they wanted to keep their arrangement with the gypsy. But as they were leaving, Donosty called them one last time and added, almost as an after-thought: "In case these things interest you, there's going to be an execution in the village this evening." Donosty looked uneasy "I myself won't be going,

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Drulovic went home, and the four retired with Tersis for a private study where they could be free from the people that regularly visited the temple every morning. The first impressions between them were cautious, and each one looked at the priest as the only person they would address. It would take a long time to build confidence between them. Tersis exposed the situation and what Yuri had found

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After the creature's escape, the group fell to the floor, emotionally exhausted. They were sure that the assailant was a minion of the night, and this close contact with a supernatural entity of some kind was a still a new and frightening experience for them. Looking to each other's support, they babbled for a while without real purpose, in a simple release of tension, until they simply sat there

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The Logs Log Entry 0-0 Caramir (edited by The Weaver) 11/07/2005 Log Entry 0-1 The Weaver 11/07/2005 Log Entry 0-2 The Weaver 2/1/2005 Log Entry 1 The Weaver 07/04/2005 Log Entry 2 The Weaver 11/14/2005 Log Entry 3 The Weaver 11/14/2005 Log Entry 4 The Weaver 11/21/2005 Log Entry 5 The Weaver 11/21/2005 Log Entry 6 The Weaver 11/21/2005 Log Entry 15 The Weaver 11/16/

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We rested within the stone circle, waiting for the sunrise. I found myself recalling vivid memories from my time spent at the University. The knowledge I acquired there is invaluable. It allowed me to perceive greater forces at work around us when the Mists formed, and to suspect of this appealing child of the night, this Vampyr. It is important to know, to have a clue. This stone circle reminds

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The day was cold, heralding the young autumn. The persistent clouds of that morning warned everybody that the sunny days of summer were now not more than a memory. Although it was not raining when the caravan departed, no traveller doubted that it would before long. Usually, the departure of a caravan from Ingelberg towards the south was noisy and busy, but this was the last one of the year and

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14th September, 4th Night of the Waxing Moon Yuri turned on his bed, trying to ignore the knocking on his door. His sleep persisted for a few moments, but one more loud knock definitely awoke the priest. Yuri's eyes opened just into a slit, and he mumbled. "So dark. Who can be waking me at this hour?" It must be still two hours before dawn. He refused to acknowledge the call for just a few

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They left Allistair in the afternoon, expecting still a full two-day journey. Much to their surprise, they travelled much faster and when they stopped for the night, Ingelberg was much nearer than anticipated. Yuri profited the calm of the night to brew a healing potion, before going to rest. On the morning, they set out again towards Ingelberg. The voyage was completely uneventful which, after

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Eva left Anita hurriedly and came back to the room to see Alistair crying with the face cupped in his hands. Nikola and Gregor paced nervously, while Yuri sought to understand more of Alistair's story. "Why is it that you came looking for help on the road, when you have neighbours nearer?" Alistair raised his head. He tried to quickly wipe his tears and look strong "I was expecting the

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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

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The breakfast had ended. With a new day beginning, they pondered on their destiny. It was not clear that they were a group travelling together. It was not even as much clear that they would continue the same way. The only one of them that really had a place to go was Gregor: he needed to go to Barovia to solve his... spiritual problems. And with the coming winter, he needed to go there at once.

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Yuri and Eva looked around, stupefied. The fight had been swift and disastrous. Five of their companions were fallen on the ground, one of them dead, while of the bandits only one had been downed. They had been severely overwhelmed and taught a cruel lesson about fighting to die and yielding to survive. But time grew short for reflexions and musings. The outlaws had escaped, but it was already

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With the flight of the last remaining soldier, the fight was over and the band allowed ifself a moment to rest. It had been their clearest victory yet, and so soon after the disastrous encounter with the highwaymen it served well to raise their morale once more. Almost cheerful, no doubt relieved, they began to feel more confidence in themselves to survive together. Gheata had been extremely

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Upon entering the house, Alistair ushered Yuri and Eva into the main bedroom, the others remaining in the common room, that doubled as kitchen and sitting room. Anita was laying on the bed, visibly in great pain. Judging from her cries and suffering, the baby should be born soon. There was no time to lose, Eva set to organize everything immediately: she asked Alistair to bring, with the utmost

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Yuri Azimov wears short black hair and a thick beard about as long as the hair. He has a tanned skin, from spending too much time under the sun, and dark brown eyes. His height is around 1.7m and his weight is near 73kg. He bears no scars, tatoos or distinctive markings upon his body. However, his clothing makes him stand out everywhere; as a priest of Ezra, he wears a cleric's vestment on a

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There, the first log is up. It is still incomplete but it gives an idea of what I'd like the style to be. Anyway, that is not to be the only kind of posts that get in here. If you want to discuss other details of the campaign, chit-chat or whatever, feel free to do so. :-) I'll just reserve special titles to try to keep the log organizable, so to say. As such, "Log Entry xx" will refer only to a

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27th September 751, 3rd Night of the Waning Moon The day dawned with a sense of urgency. The band was anxious to be on the move for weather wouldn't wait for them. The rain on the eve had been a warning of their lack of time: one week more, and Barovia might well be impassable. They didn't even know if it wasn't already too late! But not all of them shared the same worries. Eva came down to

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Now, a few words about Ravenloft. Ravenloft was just another setting of Dungeons & Dragons, thus, a backdrop for medieval-fantasy RPGs. But it was a setting designed over one of the most successful modules by TSR, the very old I6: Ravenloft, still in 1st Edition rules. The point of I6 was to scare the players, to evince terror in them as they progressed through a strongly Gothic background.

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First and foremost, I want to make some comments regarding the campaign per se. This campaign started at a time Ravenloft was technically dead, this means, the line had finished and no more products were being published. The planning of it all was done using rules of the AD&D 2nd Edition and the beginning of the campaign was set for 751 BC, the default date set in Domains of Dread. Meanwhile,

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