1182
Today, I graduate from school to become a paladin of the Church of Selune. I cannot contain my excitement as I stand with the family I have come to know as we start our new lives. Never, have I ever felt more ready to join the ranks and protect my country.
It is times like this that I remember back to my childhood days of playing in the golden wheat fields. Those warm summer days and the sweet smell of grass spurred my young mind into thinking how wonderful life can be. I wanted to protect this feeling for everyone, so that they too may find the beauty I see every waking moment.
1183
Life as a paladin in Var the Goldenis harsh, but rewarding. We train hard everyday before breakfast and then again before bed. While most of our time is spent patrolling the towns and sitting in on meetings, I often find myself keeping the order. Why, just last week I managed to track down and capture a long-wanted criminal with my team. I am told that this is quite the feat for a rookie like me!
The recognition that is given in my order, boosts my morale and I wish to try harder. However, if I am honest, I would gladly do this job without pay. The feelings of satisfaction from helping those in need are more than enough for me.
1188
There is talk of war as the winter closes in. Lately, there has been unrest in the kingdom. High officials have gone missing during the night over the course of the last month. The people are scared. I have never fought in a war before, I have to say I feel fear as well. But this is the path I have chosen for myself and I am well aware that fighting is part of my job. I must learn to swallow this fear for the sake of the people I protect.
1192
War has broken out and it is far more terrifying than we had expected. This otherwise peaceful country has been targeted by Strahd and I fear for our safety. Those damnable vampires keep coming in droves during the night. We cannot find their lair and we are at a grave disadvantage in the dark. My team is being sent to the southernmost part of this country to help the rural families escape before Strahd’s terror reaches them.
1193
I can no longer recognize this land. Everything is soaked in death and decay. The once lush fields have been replaced by heaps of carcasses. Everywhere I look, the dead are staring back. The poor town’s people we were sent to save are barely holding on. We have been reduced to darting between shelters and hiding as rats from Strahd’s army.
I am trying to hold onto my faith in the goddess and keep my oath to protect this land, but it is taxing. Just last night, 25 of our soldiers were killed before my eyes at the hands of those undead fiends. Their screams haunt me every time my eyes close. I have become afraid to even blink.
1193
All hope is lost. I have received word from the capitol that over half of our forces have been wiped out. Strahd’s army keeps coming. I do not know how I am going to keep up the moral of the soldiers who are still hanging on with me here. Our commanding officers have all been killed in battle. The leading role falls to me as the most senior member. I have been a paladin for the last ten years, but I do not feel ready for this amount of responsibility. I have had no training in leadership and strategy. For now, all I can do is rely on my instincts to guide me.
1193
I have faced the greatest failure of my life today. My team was depending on me to make the right decisions and I was unable to do so. I wish I had thought to send scouts ahead before leading them into the ravine. We were told Strahd’s army had not yet reached the valley and saw it as a potential escape route. I was foolish to believe this, me and my three best narrowly escaped with our lives. The others were not so lucky. They came at us like spiders, dropping down from the rocks and snatching up soldiers right and left. Part of me wishes I had fallen victim to the undead army. At least then, I wouldn’t have to shoulder the weight of my poor misjudgment.
1193
There was a minor victory this week. We were able to ambush part of Strahd’s army this afternoon in a cave by the sea. We staked them as they slept and this appears to have killed them permanently. How frustrating though, that they can be killed so easily if all the conditions are met.
Perhaps things will start looking up for us with this newfound knowledge.
1194
The vampires are getting more relentless. They have already destroyed our defenses beyond repair. All remaining soldiers are being left to fend for themselves. This afternoon, while we have our minor rest before darkness falls once more, I plan to give the order for my faction to flee. I cannot hold them here any longer. If they can escape with their lives, they should. I will not repeat the mistakes I have already made.
The town I have been assigned to is in ruin. There is nothing for me here either. My sense of self has been shattered. I can no longer remember how I used to look at this world in light. I reread my past entries into this diary and feel as if a stranger has written them. Who was that man who was so naïve about the world? There is nothing, but darkness and despair beyond these lands.
1194
I awoke with my head pounding and horrific scenes playing through my head. I did not know where I was, but I knew exactly whose eyes were gleaming down at me through the misty night sky. I had seen that twinkle as the last light left my closest friend during the night of our escape.
Strahd’s General descended upon us, ripping the limbs from the bodies of villagers as they screamed out in pain. There was nothing I could do against him. His presence was more fearsome than the pawn soldiers we’d dealt with before. Absolute evil radiated from his being. He shrouded everything in darkness.
My friend and I were terrified, unable to move and utterly helpless against such a man. I cannot convey the sheer horror I felt at that time. Still, I looked to my comrade and we both took our stance as paladins of the Selune order. The moon was full and our goddess would surely be able to lend us her strength in our time of need.
My friend, he charged first, me close behind. Both of us landed worthy blows with our divine smite. The General was deeply wounded. I thought we might have had a chance, but I was so wrong.
In one motion, my friend’s head was taken off by the General’s bare hand; the blood from his neck poured into the general’s mouth. I tried to gather my friend in my arms as the general drank, as if that would heal him.
The last thing I remember is fighting Strahd’s General with no sense of what I was doing. All I felt was rage. Rage and sadness and overwhelming hatred and then… absolutely nothing. Only the scent of decay as the General closed his mouth around my flesh.
Upon waking, and seeing the General’s fang-baring grin, I started to piece together the events that must have transpired after I blacked out. I became increasingly aware of the stillness within me. My skin was cold and covered in earth. I have become one of these horrid creatures!
1194
I feel repulsive. Even though I was once a man of holy stature, I have been forced to commit sin. My hunger for blood of the living overwhelmed me and I fed for the first time. She was only a child… I could not stop myself. I feel such remorse. I would rather die than live as a fiend, but the General, whom I now know as Orfeo Rova'Kir IV, will not allow me. I am bound to him in servitude because he is the one who killed me and raised me. My life is no longer my own. I cannot embrace the equalizing touch of death and forget everything I have done until now.
1200
I have finally grown into my new body fully. I am now no longer dependent on Orfeo and can make some of my own choices again. It isn’t much, but at least I can hunt for myself. If blood of the living is the only requirement, I shall take it from animals. I do not wish to feed from humans.
In other news, I now live in the new town of Waterdeep. The vampire army is laying low here while we wait to attack one of the island countries. I hope that their plans do not go through and we must move on quickly. I do not want to witness bloodshed of that kind again.
1205
I have learned why Orfeo didn’t let me die that day. As weak as I was to him, he saw my potential as a fighter for the vampire army. Being the last soldier standing earned me the deplorable honor of being his favorite slave. I am now forced to fight for their side.
Will this suffering ever end? Is it not enough that I could not save my people? I have to slaughter other cities too? I swear on my faith, that one day I will get revenge on Strahd and his army to avenge the countless people who’ve fallen at his hands.
1260
This evening, I attended a banquet with Orfeo in Strahd’s manor. I had never been to the vampire realm before now. I must say, as savage as they are, they do know how to conduct themselves in the presence of their own kind. I was introduced to Strahd and politely welcomed, although I am certain he could feel the murderous energy radiating off of me. I suppose that is nothing new for a man like him. Had I had control over my own actions, I would have attempted to attack the king out of impulse.
1283
There is a great difference in strength between Orfeo and I. I attempted to mind control him, just as a reminder that I still hold disdain for vampires. I succeeded at first, and that caught him very off guard. However, he broke out from it quickly and I found myself reduced to the pitiful state I was in as a human. Even though I feel comfortable in my vampire form, I am still a fledgling.
As I write this, I am in the Sol chamber, awaiting the sun to burn me as punishment. I am not particularly worried. It will be painful, but he will not kill me yet. I am still too valuable as a soldier.
P.S Did you know, it is quite difficult for vampires to acquire paladin slaves? I do not know if this makes me feel more or less impressive.
1284
Orfeo is moving house to the ruined city of Berez. Strahd destroyed it by turning the land into a swamp during one of his tantrums and for some reason Orfeo thought it would be the best place to build his castle. Chateau Bentinelle is what he calls it. I do not much like having to deal with him moving. It’s my job to force the Barovian people to move his stuff to the new location. I am to protect them as they walk, but even still, many of them have died in the process. His many mirrors are troublesome to transport.
1330
Oh, how I have missed writing in this journal! Orfeo accidently locked it away in his archives, mistaking it for one of his ancient texts. (I suppose the book is getting rather worn) It took me ages to find. I did enjoy reading what I wrote. So many memories and feelings I had nearly forgotten. It isn’t as if I have forgotten my goals and the suffering I have been through… I have simply grown used to life as a vampire.
Anywho, while I was looking for my journal, I did come across some very interesting and useful books. I took the time to read all 383 and learned more about my weaknesses as a vampire, as well as a way for me to finally set myself free of Orfeo’s grasp. I knew I was weak to the sun and that I get uncontrollably hungry if I don’t eat every 5 days, but I didn’t realize that I could not enter residences without permission… I guess I shouldn’t write everything down in case someone else reads this.
What was of particular interest to me was a potion that can be made using vampire blood. The undead cannot be healed with Lay on Hands or your average healing potions, but if you make a healing potion using vampire’s blood, it will work. Here’s where this ties into my escape. If I consume the blood of the vampire who turned me, I can break free from being his slave.
Now, I have spent the better part of these last hundred years getting Orfeo to drop his guard around me. I have been well behaved and I do not complain about his orders as often as I used to. I believe the time is coming for me to finally regain my freedom.
1336
I brought the undead potion of restoration to Orfeo’s attention and what luck, he was interested. After explaining the way it’s made (with a little lie about the blood quality used) he has agreed to donate some of his blood to the cause of bettering the army. I was ordered to do the grunt work of hiring a witch to make the potion (not the worst job I’ve been given, but one of the most ironic).
I have a frenemy in Wizard's Reach who is skilled in potion making and I plan to request her aid. I feel a little bad that I will be tricking her into her own execution since she thinks I have long forgiven the tortures she put me through fifty years ago, but that’s beside the point. I have been patient. I am not waiting any longer.
1339
It worked! It worked! I am free! Orfeo, what a gullible oaf, he suspected nothing. The potions were made and distributed. I took note that I did not receive one… but it was easy to take someone else’s. While they slept, I drank it down and felt a riveting sensation pulse through my chest. It was almost like my heart started beating again! The drink boosted me enough that I managed to slip out during high noon and while in complete cover, I escaped to the Copper Mountains outside of Thay.
I have no doubt Orfeo will be livid when he realizes I am gone. I am sure he will piece together that this was my plan all along. I hope I can stay hidden in the Great Wild Wood and slowly make my way south to home.
1385
Earthquakes and storms of blue fire streak the skys. The very ground rises and falls like great seas. My divine power does not work anymore. Perhaps Selune is not pleased at what I have become. All I can think to do now is hide whenever possible. Finding safety is so uncertain. I could wake to find myself at the bottom of a chasm or floating high above the clouds at any given moment. What is this world coming to?
1390
My home is no longer there. It has sunken below the sea.
1399
I have been taking my sweet time, walking from Var the Golden to Westgate. I’ll be honest, I went because I heard the sea is called Dragonmere and that is very close to my name. I have been keeping to the rural parts of the land to avoid prying eyes. I left through the Curna Mountains to the Aerilpar Forest and then onto the Dragonsword Mountains. I was there for a long time. I found some hermits who taught me how to play the spoons. It was a delight. After that, I remember a series of hopping off and on boats to get across the Sea of Fallen Stars. For a sea with such a beautiful name, it sure was a pain to navigate. I have been in Westgate for a little over a year now. I do street performing at twilight just for kicks. It is great fun.
It has been almost sixty years and there aren’t any signs of Olaf Orfeo coming for me… I hope he has forgotten.
1424
God, this diary is getting gross… it’s nearly 300 years old! Oh no, that means I’m that old too! I think I’ve aged better than this journal though. The salty air isn’t doing it any favors. I think I will head up to Shadowdale and take up a paladin job there. I hear they’ve been getting attacked more regularly and I would like to get myself back into protecting others. I have had enough freedom to do what I want. As a vampire, I no longer have to fear death and I am more powerful than I was as a human. Perhaps being a paladin once more will prove itself more pleasant than it used to be. I can only hope Selune will take me back.
Dragomir’s Oath of Conquest to Selune
On this night, under the light of Nightaal’s full moon, I, Sir Dragomir of Var the Golden, offer unto Selune, Our Night White Lady, a reinstatement of my unwavering devotion and loyalty to her order.
I acknowledge the transgression of my previous oath, Oath of Vengeance; which was broken through my own death, failure to protect the innocent, and being a cause of calamity.
I have sought absolution from the Church of Selune, accepting any divine punishment deemed just by High Priestess Elmari of Shadowdale. As a sign of my resolve, I have undergone the study to become a Selunite Paladin a second time. In love of her teachings and as penance for my sins, I humbly request her guiding light under an Oath of Conquest.
With this oath I vow to bring total and absolute ruin to my sworn enemies’ so they may never hope to oppress others again. I will unwaveringly adhere to the tenants of both oaths I have taken and to those of the Selunite order. Any attempt to undermine me, my allies or my faith will not be tolerated. As long as I still walk this earth, I will find every opportunity to impede my enemies and prevent their victory. My strength is in solidarity.
Moonmaiden, please bestow your light upon me once more and allow me to become your loyal sword.
1494
I am rusty and it appears my 300 years of servitude and lofting around Faerun has made me more… I don’t want to say it, but careless. I joined a party to help escort them along the Black road and now I am facing being caught by bandits. My team is honestly pretty incapable. Who hired them and thought it was a good idea? Oh, I suppose I should mention my party. Actually, I don’t know most of them… I couldn’t be bothered and I sleep all day in the desert anyway.
ANYWHO! There’s a dragonborn with a huge rack named Nomi Vos Halaurand small tiefling who seems pretty all over the place. Nomi and tiefling are friends and seem to have started absorbing me into their group. I will continue watching them to decide if they’re interesting enough.
1494
Taking the role of paladin once again has thrown me back into an exciting and eventful life! I feel like I have rediscovered the light which I saw as a child. I am wiser than I was then. The life of a soldier is no longer a romantic dream; it is a harsh reality. One which I know the horrors of. I feel better prepared for it this time. I can slip in and out of the soldier mindset now and I think that is how I will be able to survive along with my friends. Nothing comes from being heroic and self-sacrificial. We should all live according to what needs to be done rather than what should be done.
1494
Me and my new party have arrived near a town called Candlelight. The journey here was quite eventful. Somehow, we managed to sink an entire ship and I happened to meet a very handsome Triton.
We must be following a similar path in life. No vampire I’ve ever met would be willing to save someone from sinking to the bottom of the sea. That was the first time in three centuries I had been truly saved by someone. You cannot blame me for feeling an instant sense of companionship. In the brief moments before I lost consciousness, I felt a glimmer of hope stirring in my chest. There is someone else out there like me. A vampire who refuses to succumb to our inherent evil nature is someone I wish to know more about. Next time we meet, I want to give him something and tell him of my gratitude. He is the only person I think I would be willing to share this diary with. Because I think he would understand.
1194
These last few days have reminded me of the battle I faced all those years ago. in just a few days, I nearly lost my team three times. The most trying was when we fought the head of a Kraken. We were on death’s door and fear of losing them slowly overtook me. I felt that I could not fail or I would relive the grief of losing my men at my own misguidence.
I am reminded that I could be forced to experience that loss again and again if I am not careful. I must not allow a tragedy like that battle 300 years ago, happen ever again.
1494
We saved the soul of a man named Ordan Halfand. He was a ship captain, cursed by Pale Night, much like Cherish. In the fight, Clio and I managed to break one of the chains that bind Cherish and we broke all of Ordan’s. The curse was obviously causing both of them great distress. I hope his soul is at peace, wherever it wished to reside.
Our reward was a key called The Moon Cursers Key (which Cherish felt she needed to hold onto) and the entire Fey Court arrived. It felt as if we were suddenly a part of something much bigger than we have previously realized. Titania and Deirdre talked to each other hushedly, supposedly about Aurilandür, who was also present. The air was tense, but they seemed to reach an agreement of sorts and the court dispersed.
After all was said and done, Deirdre offered each of us a wish for our services. I thought quite hard about what I should wish for, afterall, it was the opportunity of several lifetimes. I considered asking her to return me to being human, but deep inside, I knew, if I am to become human again, this was not the time. Becoming a vampire was a point in my life I wish had never come to pass, but it has since become a symbol of my duty to my Varian family. No, I had a wish that weighed heavily on my heart. My own fear stopped me from saving the dearest of them. I let my friend die at Orfeo’s hand. It is one of my greatest regrets, so I wished to be given the chance to apologize for my shortcomings.
Deirdre sent my consciousness back to the moment before my friend’s death. Time seemed to have slowed and I was able to look upon his face once more. I do not know if he saw me, but I am sure he heard my thoughts across time. My heart started to wrench as I poured out all I had failed to do. The shame I had buried deep inside spilled over, but his transparent smile patched my aching chest. “We all do what we can. That’s all we can ever do. There is no room for regret.” were the last words I heard before everything began to fade. I was being pulled back. There was a warm light, like the warmth of the sun and the gold of the wheatfields. I felt wonderfully calm and at peace.
Rune Translation: “This vessel binds the body of the undead vampyre. Onto it is bestowed unnatural resilience. As the resting place of the damned.”
1494
It finally happened. After months of searching and waiting, I was able to meet my beloved Amhach properly! I had to stop myself from hugging him as soon as I was within arm’s reach. In my excitement, I knelt and grasped his cloak as if I were worshiping him. Ah, how flustered I was! I can only imagine what kind of impression I made. I probably seemed desperate, but it was not so! I was overcome with inexplicable joy. I could have cried at the sight of someone like him before my eyes. I offered him the pearl I’d been toting around as thanks for saving me. He took it somewhat stiffly.
Needless to say, our meeting started awkwardly. I was not sure how to interact with him immediately. From his reply to the letter I sent, I should have been more prepared for his standoff-ish demeanor. Even with the much appreciated good words from my friends, I feared I had already ruined my chances at getting on his good side. But when Margo and her children revealed themselves from their disguises, my worries were eased. She was quite playful with him. I look forward to our next meeting when I hope we can get to know each other better.
Ways to Court Amach
Invite him out on a hunt
Late night swim
Protect him from something dire
Share my past with him
Do something Triton related (a custom perhaps)
Goals
Try to meet with him as often as possible
Fulfil any reasonable request
Gauge his willingness to let me stand near him
Try holding his hand in a discreet way/location
If he is obviously flustered or charmed by me and we find ourselves alone, try to kiss him
Try to invite him to an inn for a private conversation
Fall 1494
Last night was an absolutely trying night for me and my party. Probably mostly for me. Liar’s Night is a holiday I greatly look forward to each year. I can play my pranks without scorn and more often than not, I get the chance to attend lavish parties where mingling and entertainment are abound. This year was no different except that the night soured quite quickly.
The party was posh and I did have a splendid time whilst I was there, but soon after I arrived, my friends had me off on a quest in search of scarecrows. Mirt, Renaer, Unknown and a huge man in gold armor accompanied us.
Had it just been scarecrows, I think I would have been less irritable, however, of course it was not so. We found ourselves fighting a sizable group of undead.
Oh! I was particularly perturbed by the vampire! He had the audacity to mind control me and to the extent that I was unable to break free for some time! I was boiling mad when I broke the charm and set off to punish the vampire that dared to control me. In an unusual streak of sadistic pleasure, I enjoyed drinking his foul blood to heal myself before staking him.
We shambled back to the carriages when the pompous man in glowing golden armor came out of the fields brandishing the head of a Shadar-Kai woman. The sight upset Cerulean quite a bit. With my friend’s distress and the murdered woman, there was a wheat stalk in me that broke. I Commanded the man to grovel for his misdeed, but he did not. I was certain the spell should have worked and that infuriated me more, so I took one of the scarecrow’s arms and swung it right into the side of his helmet. There was an audible clang and thunk. The atmosphere grew thick with silence as the clang resonated outwards through the air.
The golden man began laughing maniacally and his eyes began to glow red. My body grew colder as I began to realize what was transpiring. Time moved slowly and I heard him speak in a different tone of voice. Even before the words passed his lips, I knew who this man was. And the final driving blow to my fears was the single phrase:
“You always were so insubordinate”.
Fall 1494 Continued
I have calmed my nerves somewhat. A quick visit to my goddess’s temple put me at ease. It had been quite a while since I’d been to a Selune Temple. The visit was refreshing. Anywho, as I was saying last night, when I heard his voice, I knew that I had come face to face with Orfeo once again.
Waves of fear washed over me. My body acted on an overwhelming urge to get him away from my friends. As much as I tried, I could not disable him and instead he restrained me using Cerulean. With nothing else I could do, I began insulting Orfeo every time I attacked with my Spiritual Weapon in hopes of distracting him. Seeing my distress, my friends entered combat with him, but he seemed to pay them little mind. Orfeo’s attention was on me and Cerulean and his patience with me was visibly wearing thin.
It wasn’t until Cherish attempted to take Orfeo’s bag that he brandished a sun blade against her. In a flurry of events, I was able to break free, but Clio had cast Turn the Unholy. I had no choice, but to run as far from her as I could, forcing me to get away from where I wanted to be. As I tried to escape, Orfeo shouted after me that the next time we met, I would be crawling back to him and swung the sun blade down my back. It was his first and only attack against me, but was a stark reminder of days long past. I was being punished for my misdemeanor.
With the last of my willpower, Spiritual Weapon dealt him a striking blow. My retaliation is probably what made him livid. He started shouting and his voice grew higher in pitch. I believe he started to get serious.Clio grabbed me as we all clambered onto the carriage to ride back to Waterdeep. When we returned, the authorities were already up in arms. The carriages that left before us must have alerted them. I felt more relaxed once we breached the walls, but I know he will be coming back for us. We have a locket that probably belonged to Strahd and that is what he was after. For now, I must focus on building up my strength again. A fight with Strahd and Orfeo is one I must be prepared for. I wish Amhach would visit me during my recovery. I prayed I would see him again soon while I was at the moon temple.
Winter 1494
My party has gone missing and I have no idea when they will return, but that is not the highlight of this entry.
Last night I got to see my beloved Amhach! He had swooped in to save me, once again, and I got to see his fighting style for the first time. He was so graceful and ferocious! I would almost guess he was showing off, but perhaps that is me getting my hopes up. We had a nice, long chat after and he accompanied me to the House of the Moon. He even joined me in praying to Selune! I was touched by the gesture. I, of course, thanked my goddess profusely for answering my prayers.
I expected him to run off into the night once my visit to the temple was done, but he came back to the house. Oh! I was so delighted. He even tolerated me putting my arm around his shoulders as we walked and chatted. I showed him my room, which he inspected very closely and as he did, I noticed his sword hilts had been decorated with the pearl I’d given him. I complimented the new addition and he seemed a little happy to have me notice. His swords are really quite nice. To think the pearl was treasured enough to decorate them, made me happy.
A little while after the tour, Amhach suggested (demanded) we spar down by the canals. Before the sparring session, I felt an odd mix of excitement and fear. He drew the swords from his back and the blades sliced his skin! To imagine that happening every time the blades are drawn… I won’t lie, it is intimidating.
He told me not to hold back, so out of respect for my partner’s skill I tried not to, but my first hit landed in his shoulder and I faltered in surprise and guilt! Amhach shrugged it off and hit me with three very hard blows in return. Our spar would have ended there, but he grabbed my arm and drew me back up. His arm went skeletal and I was healed from his touch! Lay on Hands shouldn’t work on undead, yet somehow he was able to restore me!
Our sparring session continued until near dawn. I was exhausted by the time we stopped. I haven’t trained that brutally, ever. If this is how he trains every day, I can see how he is so much stronger than me despite being 100 years younger.
We parted for the day and I went to rest. I could hardly lift my bedroom door. Oh, how I hope to become exhausted at his hand again. I would gladly spar every night if it meant spending evenings together. I greatly look forward to the day we can fight on equal footing.
Winter 1494
Today was filled with many visitors, many of which were looking for my friends, but since I am still the only one here, I got to experience everything.
The first of my visitors was a woman whom I’d never met. Long story, short: The Queen of Waterdeep forced me into a magical contract that forbade me from killing Waterdeep citizens and withholding information about Barovian vampires.
Margo came down to say hello. One thing led to another and we wound up putting on a spectacular show together! Me on the spoons and her on the lyre; people were coming in off the streets to listen! Oh, the performance was so fun! I haven’t had such a crowd in fourty or fifty years! She later left me in charge of her children for a while, so I performed magic for them and taught them colors. I was delighted when one of them changed into a small Amhach and ran around, trying to impersonate his fighting style. We reenacted the bugbear fight (I guess they saw my poor excuse of helping Amhach the night prior). One of Margo’s children is noticeably more violent than the other. I blame all the times she’s let Amhach watch them. If I watch them from here on out, I’ll make sure to teach them when violence is okay.
Next was Zardos…. Here to reprimand me for my poor execution of the jobs he’d given me. He was not very happy about the exposé, and he was looking for the dwarf I ate. I managed to get him off my tail about the dwarf, but needless to say, I got fired in the process. After Zardos left, Barnibus Dream came asking for magical items to buy and agreed to buy the Cyric Arrow from me at the price of 600 platinum. I felt like I would have had a heart attack at the number. It took most of my will power to keep my composure and agree to the price without seeming shocked. I have never had so much wealth in my life! He also confided in me that he was going into hiding and to be wary of a bronzed gauntlet man.
That evening, Reginald Paladinstar delivered something from Vajra Safahr. When I opened it, I found myself in a big empty room, save for a table of the open lords of Waterdeep and Nendrinym. I have been sworn to secrecy, so I cannot write about what was talked about in the meeting.
Winter 1494
I spent a good chunk of my newfound wealth on adamantine updates to my armor and a Sword of Wounding. I also purchased a variety of things from our neighboring vendors. They are all very pleasant people. I got particularly distracted in the book shop with a dragonborn named Rishaal.
Returning home the next day, I saw my friends had returned with tales to tell! They say they traveled back in time to Var the Golden 300 years ago. I am surprised I was not more shocked. They say they met me, but I do not remember. Clio had my old Ring of Regeneration, so I suppose I must believe them. I really should not have given her that. I could have used it during the war. I suppose I thought I would get another one, but the war started before I could request a replacement.
Later that evening, Cherish, Mudgruff and I went to stake out the Gralhund’s manor because they were suspects for a fireball attack. The manor was guarded by 3 shadows and built like a fortress. We thought of a few possible ways to enter if it becomes necessary. In the end, the night went very smoothly. I think I will turn in again for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow, we shall head out for more investigation.
Winter 1494
A few days ago, Cherish was killed when we infiltrated the Gralhund’s house. After searching feverously, we were able to find a cleric who could resurrect her. The cleric successfully performed the ritual and we are now waiting anxiously for Cherish to come to.
On the day of the ritual, we got to experience the reality of our friend’s fate. A retriever for Pale Night (that is my guess) came to drag Cherish’s body down into the Abyss. We had to rally and keep it at bay, so the ritual could be completed. Seeing everyone, even a member of Cerulean’s crew, Amhach and Margo come together to help save Cherish’s soul, made my heart swell. I hope that Cherish knows how dear she is to us after this. Perhaps she will not act so rashly in the future. Even though I know it is impossible to prevent every death we may come to see, I will try my hardest to keep them safe. I do not want to lose my friends to anything but heroic death and old age.
Winter 1494
Cherish has awakened! I strongly suspect she did some sleuthing in her death. She seemed to awaken with a list of things she wanted to get done, but she was also deaf, paranoid and weak. I guess nothing less could be expected. Mild insanity is a general side effect of resurrection. It should pass soon.
With her safe, I decided to talk with Amhach. I was surprised he stayed in the house for the full amount of time it took for Cherish to rise. The gesture touched me (although I’m sure Margo made him stay). I learned more about his motives during our short conversation. He has quite the vendetta for the Tallow family. They had forsaken his house, House Orym, some generations back and he is now killing any Tallow that steps up to the position of power. I must say, the number of red X’s on the family tree is impressive. Amhach is quite relentless.
Aside from the Tallows, Margo has mentioned that he is particularly interested in slaying demons. I mean, any paladin would be, but he got much more fired up about the fight with the Retriever than even I did. He was disappointed the fight hadn’t lasted longer! I felt I needed to apologize for not allowing him to fight it solo… what an odd emotion that was.
Winter 1494
When Cherish died, I took her to the House of the Moon hoping the High Priestess could help. While I waited I took the Moon Curser Key from Cherish’s familiar, and used it to pray.
Held near my heart, the key’s vapor trail fell in swirls atop the surface of the temple’s reflecting pool until it was covered entirely. I dipped the key in the pool and was thrown into a vision.
I was soaring over the Sea of Fallen Stars, the AnaurochDesert, and Var. My homeland, no longer sunken, but silty marshland. I then found myself looking down upon the grandest temple to Selune in Durpar.
Though the building still stood strong, inside held horrors. My goddess’s temple lay desecrated with bodies hung from the ceilings and strewn about the floor. Her idol was tangled in swords and where her head should have been, was a pile of gore. Her head had been placed upside down on the floor in front of the idol. A glowing gold figure stood before her: arms outstretched, wielding the Rod of Four Moons and the Sun Sword.
Although I heard no voice, I felt Selune calling for help. Tears started to fall from my eyes in an endless stream, yet I knew that this feeling was not mine. As grief washed over me, I knew that this is how Var drowned. I came to realize that her powers were quelled, that her former glory was stifled by the effects of the Spellplague and Orfeo’s actions. She was calling out to be saved. As my vision pulled back, the tears became my own. I wept silently, clutching the key in my fist until the high priestess’ presence registered.
She was staring at me. I opened my mouth to speak, but had no chance. She shot a ray of radiant light towards me. I braced myself for the attack, but the key deflected the light. Both of us were stunned silent at Selûne’s intervention.
The Priestess introduced herself as Briall and began asking me many questions. She had never met a good undead and wanted to know how I could be the way I am and what I was doing. I told her of my vision and explained that even I do not know why I have retained my humanity. She was unsatisfied with that answer, and began testing my vampiric limits. I learned quite a bit about myself.
Not only was I able to wield the holy Silver Rod of Four Moons with bare hands, I was able to stand in the late evening sunlight with minimal pain. Briall told me that the House of the Moon does not have Selune’s presence within it. It has not felt her touch for a very long time, but she can feel Selune within me. By her guess, the night I fell at the hands of Orfeo, Selune used the last of her power to keep me from fully turning.
All this time, I failed to realize the gift she’d given me. Perhaps I was her last resort, but nonetheless she placed her faith in me. I hope I can become someone worthy of her blessing.
Winter 1494
We were able to stop Jarlaxle from getting his hands on the Dragon Staff and keep Cerulean from getting the death penalty. I think the last few days went very well, all things considered.
After the trials, my party was awarded 10% of the treasure in the vault, but we forwent some of it in favor of a pardon for Cerulean. Our next order of business will be to tie up all the loose ends from our ordeal.
Winter 1494
Last night was Simril and I had such a grand time. I think I enjoyed it more than Liar’s night this year! I got to implement many of my Varian customs and helped plan a party. The biggest event was the White Elephant. Everyone was quite riled by my gift. It was very much the outcome I was hoping for. As for me, I must have been exceptionally blessed that night. I was able to sit next to Amhach and came away with the gift he’d brought as well as some buttons! When the gift exchange was done, we both retreated down into my basement for the duration of the party.
My time in the basement was the highlight of the night. After some magic tricks and general conversation, I presented Amhach with the gift I’d prepared. It was a bracelet that constantly emits a glow as long as we are still living and through which, we can contact each other once per month.
I can confidently say he was very happy with the gift. He liked the aquamarine stone I chose to enchant and he liked the purpose of it a great deal. Once they were both fastened to our wrists, he clinked his stone against mine. Although the action confused me… I suppose it is a sign of comradery? No matter the meaning of the gesture, I was feeling bold. I leaned against his shoulder and oh, happy day, Amhach leaned back against me. I was absolutely giddy. Had I still been alive, my face surely would have been flushed.
As the night wore on, we rejoined the rest and Amhach left as soon as there were fewer people. Everyone prepared for Unknown’s visit and went straight off to bed.
I would say I was very upset in the morning upon discovering my Circlet of Intellect was stolen in the night by, I suspect, Mudgruff, but I have time to get it back. It was Simril morning and not the time for confrontation. I presented everyone with their gifts and received some in return. Overall, it was a lovely Simril. I look forward to many more with everyone.
Spring 1495
My party and I have found ourselves trapped in Barovia. Without Clio, I fear I am the only one who stands a chance at guiding them out. They have yet to encounter the biggest perils of this place, yet Cerulean may already be lost to us. I worry about what will become of us if we cannot band together effectively.
Spring 1495
This place strikes fear into me, as cold as ice, down to my bones. The past haunts me. But If I am here, if I must face the terrors of who I once was and all that I’ve done, it must be time to realize the oath I have taken. I must kill Strahd and end his ceaseless reign, permanently. For Var and all those who’ve fallen victim, I must succeed.
Spring 1495
We have been in Barovia for about a month now. Most of what we’ve been doing is trying to get our bearings and helping the people. Vallaki is still the safest town, but I think I prefer Krezk.
Krezic was not around when I was here last and the people are made up of descendants of the Berez people. We helped the Bergermister of the town regain humanity for his dead risen son. The abbess Unknown was responsible for rewarding us after said deed.
Ms. Abbess gives me VERY mixed feelings. On one hand, I find a strange kinship with her. We are similar in many respects. I cannot say that I dislike her, but she does work for Strahd and her practices are questionable.
When we arrived on her doorstep for the first time, she was busy removing the amulet I shoved down Orfeo’s throat. It gave me great pleasure to see him strung up like a puppet, but she would not allow me to harm him. She did, however, award me with his helmet for saving the boy. Orfeo is not using it anymore, and I think it will be a good bargaining tool at some point. She also gave me information about where I could go to learn more about breaking Strahd’s curse. She may work for him, but she seems neutral in loyalty.
Spring 1495
We have just finished rescuing children from werewolves. I wanted to do this with as little bloodshed as possible, because werewolves could be a useful ally in the future, but that did not go as planned. I am sorry to say that we have all but wiped them out.
Spring 1495
Barovia is wearing us down. We managed to get the first of the prophesied items, but Cherish and Nomi have fallen at the hands of Yester Hill druids. Mudgruff and Clobond are waiting back at the winery while The BirdBird and I rush to Krezk with the aid of Adrian Martikov. We are hoping the Abbess can help revive them, but I must confess, I have conflicting feelings about doing so. Certainly, I want my friends’ lives back, but I fear resurrection could potentially be detrimental to our group as a whole.
Cherish carries with her, a curse that activates on death and resurrection. I fear she may only be brought back to die again shortly, putting us all at needless risk. Nomi does not have such a bane, but her soul may not be willing to return. Both of them would be permanently maddened by the experience.
I feel that the dead should stay dead. I am wracked with turmoil over the costs and benefits of raising them. Logic says I should not, but my heart says I should. At what point is resurrection cruel? Will I be condemning my friends to a life not worth living?
Spring 1495
On our way to Krezic, the Bird and I saw a unicorn. We made Adrian stop so we could go meet him. His name was Rodaal and after offering him holy water to drink and helping him locate the Abbess, he took us to a ruined Sehanine temple. Inside, the heartbreaking sight of dozens of charred dusk elvan bodies were bracing against the door. On the floor was a shimmering liquid white flame. Rodaal said it was the last Moonfire in the multiverse and would allow us to have it.
I VERY carefully gathered it up into a vial and he took us back to Adrian. Before we parted, he said to meet him at the moon temple over Luna Lake within the next three full moons.
We agreed to meet him. In the meantime, we will focus on rescuing Cherish and Nomi. I will be thinking about what situation would be worth using such a precious gift.
Spring 1495 (written in Primordial with Common phonetics)
Adrian, The Bird and I rushed back with resurrected Cherish in tow to find the winery buckling down for an impending siege. A monstrous tree blight called Wintersplinter was taking colossal steps towards the winery. It must have been hundreds of feet tall. If such a thing were to reach the winery, we would not have stood a chance.
My friends and I did our best to evacuate the Marticovs and stood our ground. My mind was racing, trying to form a plan, when I saw a green speck within the vines of its head. Something clicked and I turned to my friends, voicing the idea I’d just had. If The Bird could cast Fly on me, I could protect myself with Shield of faith and fly up to the green light. Then I’d become mist to infiltrate the monstrosity and take it down from the inside. If successful, we could save, not only the Marticovs, but my friends and the Raven Queen’s temple within the winery. They agreed with my plan and I took off across the sky like a comet towards Wintersplinter.
Inside its head, wrapped in a tangle of vines, was a large gem. I knew I didn’t have much time. I reformed and drew my sword, slashing at the cords. The vines came to life and wriggled into my armor, snapping both my legs in multiple places. The pain was horrendous, but the urgency of the situation must have kept me lucid. I could not acknowledge the pain. One more swing and the gem broke free; I was entangled tighter. Just when I would’ve been devoured, I placed the gem into my bag of holding and returned to mist. As I escaped, Wintersplinter let out shrill screams that pierced my ears. I still kept moving, only becoming my corporeal form within sight of the winery. I fell into the bed of The Raven Queen’s shrine and had enough time to give Cherish the bag containing the gem before passing out in pain as the Bird set my legs.
I awoke to see what seemed like the entirety of the Marticov family was praying over me. They were awestruck and it made my heart wash over with relief. I was so glad I was able to save their livelihood and their loved ones. Moments like that are what I live for. Still, amidst the words of praise and the Marticov’s generosity, I could not forget where I was.
For the first time in my life, I closed my eyes and prayed to the Raven Queen. To my surprise, she answered quite starkly. I was taken very off guard! The Raven Queen never talks to anybody! She had me in the palm of her clawed hand as she spoke, ever threatening to crush me if I misspoke. I had wanted to thank her for letting me use her shrine as a place to rest, but the prayer soon became a conversation.
“I understand now why my sister saw your soul worth saving. This land was once mine and it’s been taken from me for far too long. I hope you reach the end you seek.”
When I expressed confusion at what she meant, she said Selune did not save me because I was her last chance. That I have a larger role than I know. people keep hinting at a prophesied future that I am a part of, but it continues to elude me. How infuriating! I am a curious man! I wish to know what I am meant to do!
When I came out of the prayer, my legs felt significantly better. The Raven Queen had healed them. The Marticovs’ also declared that they were now fully dedicated to our cause. Adrian and Davian Martikov offered their family’s services as informants. We can now gain information from all over Barovia, quickly. If Strahd is allowed to have “omnipotent” knowledge of the land, we should also. I am delighted by how well everything went. Things are looking up, even if it is just a little bit.
Summer 1495 (written in Primordial with Common phonetics)
Over the last few days, we have been running around Vallaki, trying to hold the town together as we take down both rival noble families. Fiona’s reputation in the town has been thoroughly destroyed and Vargus is under my control. Best case scenario, the Marticovs can take over the town once Unknown is removed from power. That will put us almost directly in control of Vallaki. From there, I hope to train the guards into a standing army.
Summer 1495
Cherish has informed us that there will be a vampire invasion at the end of the week. I did not need this week to get even more stressful.
Summer 1495 (written in Primordial with Common phonetics)
The Marticovs added to Cherish’s news by reporting movement within Chateau Bentenel. Orfeo is on his way with a large entourage to Vallaki and they may arrive on the same day as the vampire invasion. I don’t think these two things are related, just very poor timing. We must do what we can to avoid the impending catastrophe. I will go and talk to Ezmerelda and see if we can set up traps and slow down Orfeo’s caravan.
Summer 1495 (written in Primordial with Common phonetics)
I have to say, the day belongs to Cherish! She flew out over the lake in platinum armor and set off the explosives we’d placed under the bridge over Luna Lake. Without her, our plan could not have gone through so flawlessly. Two sections of bridge blew out, killing two colonels, two dozen foot soldiers, some horses and a few drummers/trumpeters.
When She flew to our side again, we laid in wait for the dust to clear. Orfeo and General Adam Kirkland stepped out of the wreckage and we set our attacks on Adam (joined by a band of brave Dusk Elves). The elves had the misfortune of dealing with Orfeo and many of them fell. We were able to kill Adam because of them though. It was a major victory. Orfeo retreated after that.
I will need to write later. We are currently in Ravenloft and it is still our first day. I will report what we find.
Letter from Sergei to Strahd
My dearest Brother!
We have had the terrible news about the attempt at your
life—my shock and concern could not be greater! I cannot
wait to finally visit you in Castle Ravenloft. Please let me
know if there is anything we can do for you in the mean-
time. I will keep you in my prayers, Strahd, as always!
Your devoted brother,
Summer 1495
This evening, we all spent a good deal of time exploring Castle Ravenloft. Much of our wanderings were unhindered, but despite Strahd’s wives’ promise of sanctuary from inhabitants of the castle, we were still terrified of running into someone. For the most part, we stayed where we were allowed to go, but we did discover a few secret rooms and traps. It was almost karmic how stressful it was to uncover those secrets! At every turn, we nearly ran into occupants who would not be happy to see us lurking! The stakes grew more treacherous as we went too!
The first person we saw was Volenta after we nearly sliced her in half with a vertical ascension device. Dear god, we nearly killed one of Strahd’s wives right off the bat! Can you imagine how badly our day would have gone if she hadn’t ducked back into the cage?
Anywho, it was fine. We kept going. We managed to get down to Rahadin’s office, like we wanted, and we were feeling fairly safe. We knew he was not in the castle. Mudgruff unlocked the door and locked it behind us. We were all taking our time, examining the room, gaining information and such when the Bird allerted us to heavy footsteps coming down the hall. We flew into a panic trying to find a way out of the room. Such a false sense of security we had! The Bird noticed scratches on the floor and we all rushed over to pry open the hidden door. The office door was unlocking as we were shutting ourselves behind the wall. We sat and listened, holding our breath as the scratching of Rahadin’s quill went on for many moments. Once we were confident he wouldn’t be coming in, we descended further down the stairs.
At this point, we’d been wandering around for about four hours. We were in the bowels of Ravenloft and we knew Strahd and his wives would awaken around 11pm. We’d already had our close run in with Rahadin, so at least he wasn’t a concern anymore. We WERE still lost and needed to return to our rooms. Luckily, one of the staircases we chose to climb led up to the level we wanted, but it exited into a library. I decided to check one of the three doors to decide where to go next. I opened the large set of double doors and saw Strahd crying on the edge of his bed. I don’t think I’ve ever shut a door so fast. I pray that he didn’t see me. I didn’t even bother to check where the next door went; I was frantically trying to usher the rest of the group out of the library.
We came so close to encountering everyone we wanted to avoid. They were all less than thirty feet away from us each time. Still, we managed to get back to our rooms without anyone seeing us leave… well,. I have no doubt that Strahd will find out where we’ve been within the castle, he has eyes everywhere, but perhaps he will not know the extent to which we traveled. I certainly hope he doesn’t find out I saw him in such a sorry state.
P.S Oh dear god, I think we forgot to close the secret door behind the pipe organ! I must gather The Bird and Mudgruff!
Summer 1495
Today I got to talk with Ludmilla at length about why Strahd brought us to Barovia and asked questions about some things we’d found in the crypts earlier that evening. I was mainly interested in Patrina, the banshee, but in our conversation, I found myself growing more and more melancholic. She told me of Rahadin’s slaughtering of the dusk elven women and his part in sealing away Selune. Now I suppose I know what happened to the elves on the temple Rodaal took us to.
She told me of how Patrena had been a part of this and a catalyst for his destruction of the temples to Sehanine.
I was ready to go back. The outing we were on was no longer fun. I have written in this journal about feeling rage and despair fairly recently, but it has been a long time since I have felt so withdrawn. All I wanted was to hide myself away, to be alone and to have endless time to plan my next move.
Ludmilla continued to speak with us about Strahd feeling remorseful for destroying Var and his wish to have us break his curse. He claims to want to break free and join the The Blood War to the end of devils and the divine becoming equalized with the demons destroyed.
The intentions all sound well and good, but I know better. I may not know their full plan, I am fairly certain they are not lying, but I will not blindly consume what I am fed. They are not telling us everything. Strahd is evil. He is smarter than us all and he has the puppet strings in his hands. No matter how pretty his words, nor how compliant to our demands he is, I will never join his side.
That being said, I must spend time plotting what to do next. It may be in our favor to work with him in gathering information about breaking his curse. As long as they think we are working with them, we will be in their graces. We will need to find a way to strike a balance between achieving our own goal as well as theirs. Ludmila mentioned that Sehanine had a hand in imprisoning Strahd here. Even knowing that that is a possibility, I can no longer actively work towards breaking the curse at this time. I would be going against my goddess if she did not wish the curse to be broken.
Summer 1495
Ismark has hired us as an escort for his sister’s pilgrimage.
Summer 1495
We had a run in with some revenants on our way to try and visit a ruined temple to Sehanine. There were 13 of them and we were very ill prepared. Cherish, the bird and our employer went down. Mudgruff was very badly wounded as well. Although it pains me to say, we were very lucky Ludmilla was nearby to save our skins. Her fire elementals did well to hold them off until they retreated.
I hadn’t really thought much about Ludmilla being nearby, but shortly after the ambush, Cherish disappeared with her. They were gone for a long while and that did not sit well with me. It has been a few days and she still will not disclose what they talked about. I know Cherish keeps things from me. That is fair and it is her right, but when it concerns fraternization with our enemies, I would prefer to be left in the ring. I will be watching her closely and asking more questions in the coming days. All I can do is trust her to know who her friends are. I do hope she knows…
Summer 1495
We arrived back in Vallaki after a long absence. Prior to us leaving, we had attempted to remove the two warring noble families from power. Upon arrival, we realized the Vargus was still very much alive and he was going mad with power. All of us managed to sneak into the town and get to the Blue Water, where we found refuge. I had to stay hidden for most of the visit. If the Vallakian people found me, I hate to imagine what kind of fate I would meet. Luckily, we have friends here and they were very instrumental in getting the town under control after Vargus’s untimely death.
Oh! I also got to meet the Father of Unknownhurch! I am unable to enter the grounds due to my undeath, but he came to the orphanage with Stella in tow to witness me cast Greater Restoration on her. The casting was a success and her madness was lifted, but I can’t say it bought me much favor with the Father. He knows what I am and he wishes for my end. I can’t say I blame him. I staved off his malicious intent for the day, but we shall see what becomes of it later. I can only hope that I can gain the trust of him and the rest of the Vallakian people.
Summer 1495
Last night I dreamt of Var. In my homeland, most people were merchants, including my family. Trade was the life blood of the shining lands and I was so proud to be a part of such a prosperous and gentle people. We had very little to worry about within our borders, for we had few enemies. All who came knew we were people of fairness, humility and forgiveness.
During my dream, I was reminded of old customs I’d long forgotten, including some of the Adama’s teachings. It was a fairly jarring experience. It was as if someone was reminding me of the sins against the Adama that I regularly commit now.
Theft used to be held as the highest crime in my moral teachings, yet I have stolen a good number of things and lives. I also overlook my friends’ misdeeds as well. If I were back in Var, surely I would have lost a hand! I would be financially ruined and run out of the The Shining Lands! I shudder at the thought. I suppose this is only further proof that when I was turned, my personality did change. I used to adhere to the Law much closer. Perhaps I should start following the Adama more closely again… or perhaps that can wait until we’re out of Barovia. In traveling the world, I have learned the benefits of theft under certain circumstances.
Summer 1495
Last night… or perhaps it was two nights ago… we all went to Luna Lake per my demand to meet with Rodaal in the largest temple to Sehanine.
The full moon shone down upon the water as we rowed out towards the center of the lake. It’s silvery hue began to turn blood red as the water grew choppy, spraying me with acid-like droplets. As the current pulled us forward, an enormous building that resembled the moon with 7 towers rose up and out of the center of what seemed to be a bottomless waterfall of absolutely astounding size. The falls surrounded the building and as we approached more rapidly, my friends were understandably terrified. I prayed to Sehanine that she might guide us safely and I felt confidence that we would survive. The front of our boat went over the edge and we fell for a brief moment before we realized it had only dipped about a foot onto an invisible surface over the maw.
Once we’d reached the temple, we docked and entered a ruined tower. There, Rodaal met with us. Ezmerelda, Cherish and our employer were floored at the sight. It was very satisfying to see how happy they were to meet him. I was also quite giddy when he allowed me to ride him into the temple further.
The first room had an extraplanar summoning circle staffed by three Will o‘ the wisps. We managed to calm two of them and get most everyone through safely, but Rodaal and I were hit with a flare of magic from the third. I underwent many transformations, all of which had a final result of me turning permanently blue and temporarily lavender scented! I do not like this shade of blue, but I can think of too many situations when it will be funny to see how put off other people are by it. For now I have turned down Ezmerelda’s offer to restore my natural skin tone.
We traveled deeper, passing through anti magic fields and an illusion room where illusions became real for the duration of the spell. That room was spectacular! It looked as if we were looking out across space to the door on the other side. Cherish and the bird manifested wings on Rodaal and he flew us all across.
Once on the other side, I could tell that this was the place we were looking for. Opening the massive double doors revealed huge petrified trees and a lake of blood that swept over our ankles and shins. At the center, was a large sphere housing a gruesome sight.
A pregnant dusk Elven woman had been skewered and pinned to a podium by a large rapier. The hilt was up against her back and the three snakes that made the hilt’s cage were biting into her. She was beautiful, and in so much pain.
We all started trying to do whatever we could to get the sword out. I regrettably broke my wounding sword on the rapier’s blade, the shards permanently injuring me and my friends. Ezmerelda and I drank potions of growth and grew to nearly 12 feet tall. I cast Shield of Faith over myself as I took up the hilt end as Mudgruff and Esmerelda took the blade. Cherish and the Bird distracted the snakes with illusionary rats while granting me magical aid. The sword began to slide as we all strained with more might than we ever have. I felt a surge of power I’d never felt before. For a moment, I swore I’d achieved god-like strength. With a final push, the sword pulled free, the snakes calmed and its weight tried to affix itself to my hands. I threw the sword to the ground with almost as much difficulty as pulling it out and no longer felt its power trying to grip me.
Cherish was the first to realize that the dusk elven woman had not survived the ordeal and without hesitation called out for me to use our Revivify scroll. It was cast and she began to breathe again. No sooner did she come to, a series of explosions went off from within the temple. Rahadin was inside and coming for us.
Everything after that felt like a massive blur to me. We were running, carrying the dusk elven priestess (whom we now knew as Priliv Malika) and our employer through the temple, up to tower docks where an airship was waiting for us.
Half of us set to work on getting the ship in working order while the other half held off Rahadin and his forces on the staircase. I was not present for most of the fight, but when the ship was up and running, I found that my friends had killed Rahadin and most of his men. I took his body.
We were nearly ready to escape when Rodaal’s leg got cut off and Ezmerelda lost her life. I threw the man responsible for her death against the tower walls and we escaped.
Our ship sailed through the mist as we listened to the muffled sounds of war all around us. The Bird saw nine warships attacking the temple, staffed by hundreds of men and orcs. A monstrously huge bird flew silently through the air and picked up one of the ships, dropping it from a considerable height. I can only assume it was an ally of ours. But perhaps the most stunning sight of all was the temple’s beacon; a column of light so tall, all of Barovia could see.
The cold wind swept us as we sat solemnly. Malika was fervently trying to grapple with the reality of her situation. Petrina had betrayed the priestesses and Rahadin committed genocide against all the female dusk elves. She had been trapped for 400 years all the while. Malika fell into grief. It wasn’t until she suddenly drifted to sleep that she quieted. In fact, the whole ship lulled and when I looked up, Sehanine herself was on the bow of the ship, holding the bird and looking at all of us.
We all stood as she and the Bird spoke! She thanked us for setting her free, but was obviously displeased with the band of people who’d done so. Tieflings and vampires are not her favorite beings… because of that, when she got to me, I was unsure how to act. She was beautiful and ethereal, and although not my goddess, striking all the same. It has been so long since I have stood in the presence of a moon deity. My devotion felt renewed and recognized.
In return for saving her, Sehanine brought Esmerelda back to life and regrew Rodaal’s leg for him. She also ordered me to kill Baba Lysaga, gifted us with potions of greater invisibility and invited us to ascend the Infinite Staircase to the Gates of the Moon if we should ever get out of Barovia. I was very happy with all her gifts (even the order to kill the hag queen) because in all truth, I would have done everything we did for no reward.
Before she took her leave, she showed us one last spectacle! She took Rahadin’s head and shot it eight times with her moonbow. Rahadin will never rise again!
Sehanine then announced that Strahd had finally realized he’d been talking to us on one of her eight other illusionary ships. The sky grew stormy and we watched distant Fireballs and lightning destroy the illusion ships. Sephanine took Malika and Rodaal off our ship and the Bird flew us through perilous weather for 12 hours until we landed here on Unknown.
Summer 1495
I have finally found the time to write about a barrier I pushed through back in the moon temple. The barrier ripped a vampiric version of myself from my body. At the time, I could not afford to wonder how or why, but since then I have come to know that he is the soul of Strahd’s youngest brother, Sergei.
Why I have two souls, I still do not know, but whatever the reason, Sehanine said it was likely Selune’s doing. The parallels in our lives make me think our binary souls are no coincidence. If I had never become a vampire, I likely never would have known, but when I was turned, Sergei’s soul was the only one affected by the vampirism, leaving us a strange hybrid of living and undead.
I suppose this explains why I am not evil and why my aura in Divine Sense flickers. I think of all my decisions in life, and my often sporadic actions, and I wonder who made what choices. I suppose anything I have done that is more in line with a vampire’s instinct has been him, but by this point, I can’t really liken this to being possessed. He has always been a part of me, we have always made our decisions together, so anything I feel, I must assume he feels too.
When I saw Sergei in the temple, I attempted to kill him, but now that we are one again, I regret my actions. He saved me from certain damnation and allowed me to live this long. I notice his presence and it feels as if I always have a brother with me… does this mean Strahd is my brother too? Is Sergei the reason I picked up the Von Zarovitch family crest off Rahadin’s body? Well… no matter, I am just going to continue doing whatever I do. Knowing I have two souls will not change much, except when it suits me, I suppose.
Summer 1495
I do not claim that what I have done was just. Oh no, I am very aware that I have created something unholy. This is possibly one of the worst things I have ever done.
Last night I created my first spawn. I had one before, if you may remember, but he was from an alternate timeline and I do not remember making him. This time, oh, the moment I laid eyes on the giant goat, I knew I needed to try and make him my steed. For two days, we relentlessly hunted the goat and, most of the time, he prevailed over us, but on the third day, I was victorious. Sangzor, the Blood Horn was reborn as a vampire in all his terror and glory. He is a formidable force, what with the appetite of a goat and the bloodlust of a vampire; I am having a trying time teaching him not to eat people (thankfully, no casualties so far).
Now, this may sound cruel, why did I kill a goat essentially for my own selfish desire? Well it was not entirely without cause. Sangzor’s favorite pastime in life was knocking people off Mt. Ghakis and possibly eating them. Additionally, my friends were hoping to kill and eat him. Sangzor was either going to continue to be an untamed menace on the mountain or food. I have prolonged his life through undeath and hopefully he proves to be an asset. Still, I probably should have listened to Esmerelda’s caution against creating such a beast, for if I let him alone, I fear what he would do; nonetheless, I will take full responsibility for any misdeeds Sangzor may commit.
As much as I hope to keep him as my spawn for as long as possible, I am always ready to put an end to him if necessary. Sangzor is certainly not leaving Barovia with me, so if he manages to stay alive until the day we are ready to leave, I will have to kill my own creation.
Summer 1495
We broke into the Unknown to rescue Nomi. While we were there, we managed to steal a lot of stuff (I know, but I mentioned before, since living in Var I’ve come to see the benefit of theft in certain situations) including Orfeo’s huge, oversized heart! It still registers as undead on my Divine Sense, so I am excited to see what I can do with it. The Abbess was not happy we broke in and she will undoubtedly be more upset that we tricked her and stole from her goody box. We can only hope this incident isn’t enough to make her leave Krezk to come after us.
Summer 1495
I have just awoken from a dream and have decided to write while I wait to sleep again.
Since we have come to Barovia, I have been very preoccupied with trying to get out again. I haven’t spent much time thinking about anything else. I knew those thoughts would be quite painful. Tonight, those thoughts broke through and I had a nightmare. All my friends died here and by the time I was able to go back to Waterdeep, everyone I’ve come to know was also dead. In the dream, I was frantically searching for a familiar face, but centuries had passed. I tried to learn what happened to them, but all I could find were partial records.
It has happened before. Not exactly the same way, but still uncomfortably similar. I know that if I were to lose everyone again I would eventually pick up and rebuild a life for myself, but that does not change how detrimental it would be. There is so much strength in restarting. I am very scared of that future.
(Detailed Map of Ravenloft)
Fall 1495
We got stuck in a wretched time loop! Every day in the loop was a week outside and seven weeks have passed! The whole ordeal was not for naught, however. We did gain some valuable information about Orfeo’s house and Ravenloft.
Speaking of Ravenloft, it seems that Strahd’s consorts have been looking for us. There was a massive search party just outside the Fidatov Manor (where we got stuck in the loop). We have elected to try and wait for the vampires to sleep whilst we steal back Sangzor and head to the Krezk Pool. I am not quite ready to face them yet. They can continue to search for us for all I care.
In other news, I believe we will be visiting Orfeo very shortly. We have happened upon an item that allows us to scry and I may have done so one too many times. Orfeo figured out I was Scrying and has given us an ultimatum. Visit by the end of the month or let Cherish’s long lost family be killed.
Of course we have to go, but over the coming weeks, I will be planning our approach. This will likely be our final encounter with him. I intend to try and kill him on this visit. Our biggest obstacle will be his security and his ability to escape us.
Fall 1495
I got to talk to Sergei again at the Krezk pool. I scared him so badly, he jumped out of my body! Anyway, we got to talking because I thought he’d know something about Amhach’s family, but it turns out he’s not super helpful. Humility is not a word in his vocabulary, being the entitled prince he presents himself to be. I am actually glad he lives inside me where I can force us to be humble.
Sergei would like his own body, but I can’t do that in good conscience. No… he’s stuck with me, at least until I can find a way to turn his soul back to human.
Fall 1495
I have had more dreams and despite the treacherous trail we are currently traveling. They were blessedly good dreams!
The first was simply a remembrance of being shown Sehanine’s newborn child. In the dream, I was actually in the room with them and they let me hold her. The scene began to fade and shift somewhat, showing me Dreamland. It was somehow also our house in Waterdeep. I went up to the attic, which looked like my basement and found that Amhach had flooded it. He looked at me very seriously and said it was because he needed to float to sleep. He then invited me to try float-sleeping and we drifted on our backs in the water. The attic-basement must have grown very large, because we drifted far and were suddenly outside under the moonlight. I remember mentioning that Selune could see us now and he shrugged in response. He was trying to sleep, but couldn’t so we swam down to Unknown’s trove. Amhach started arguing that it was his trove and it took a while before I realized they were the same person.
I am not sure what any of this means, perhaps I just miss my friends in Waterdeep, but it was a welcomed dream, nonetheless. I wish to have more good Amhach dreams.
Fall 1495
I am writing late tonight l, as I cannot still my mind. Gods, so much happened tonight.
Aside from Strahd kidnapping us to his Ski lodge and us having a run in with witches and hags, I had attempted to save Mudgruff from the bowls of a Remorhaz by using the moonfire. I already knew the move was risky, that the moonfire should have been saved for something more dire, but nonetheless, Mudgruff’s life was at stake. I also recalled he’d been toting around Gargauth’s sword. If the moonfire would make quick work of the Remorhaz, certainly it could destroy the sword as well. I thought using the moonfire to achieve two things at once would make it worth the risk.
I had been right about the fire being able to do both. The sword was destroyed, but in doing so, the piece of Gargauth that resided within it was unleashed. A massive pit fiend rose from the depths and escaped deep underground.
Mudgruff was saved, and for that, I am grateful, but what have I done?
Fall 1495
Following the recent events, we all trekked across Unknown to find Mordenkainen. He was one of our foretold Allie’s and after weeks of travel, we finally found him. With surprising ease, we managed to gain his allegiance. No doubt, he will be a key component to our success in whatever we need to achieve. Heaven knows we need it.
I am anxiously awaiting answers from our friends regarding the reinforcements I sent request for. Perhaps we will be able to stand a chance. For now, we must make haste to the Krezik pool once more to try and cure Cherish of her many demon ichor inflictions and then onwards to Bentinel to rescue her family. I will be planning for Bentinel.
Fall 1495
The Krezic pool was unable to cure Cherish, but we have staved off the mutations’ permanency for a little while. We are now waiting on Mt. Ghakis, watching Bentinel below. All of us are preparing to infiltrate the chateau tomorrow. Esmerelda and Mordenkainen have come to our aid. I have been going over the plans with them and giving the precautions we should take, but it all feels shaky at best. I have the most knowledge of any of us about what we’re up against and it terrifies me.
Orfeo is not a normal vampire, he is far worse. We have a few boons on our side that may tip the tables in our favor if combat ensues, but I would prefer to just save the hostages and escape.
No matter what happens tomorrow, I need to steel myself to the very likely reality that I may lose my friends. I need to remember what he said to me; “We all do what we can. That’s all we can ever do. There is no room for regret.” I must hold those words close, so I do not feel guilt or anger if it all goes wrong.
Fall 1495
Today… I am not sure if it was a victory or not. Two of the hostages were never saved, Orfeo still walks the earth and Gargauth has escaped Barovia. We faced losses as well. Clobond lost his body while Mudgruff has still not left the chateau. I fear the worst for him. He has never been gone from us so long without word. I knew going in that this would be dangerous. I suppose we did what we could, but I know we could have done better and that is what hurts me.
However, today wasn’t a failure to say the least. I should recount our achievements as well. We successfully infiltrated Betinelle, saved a hostage, got the hilt of the sun sword and wrought havoc upon Orfeo’s home. I believe we have also weakened him beyond repair in forces and in health. By all accounts, we have killed him once, although somehow, he still survives. Gargauth may have escaped, but our actions have allowed our allies to leave as well. Sehanine and the dusk elves are setting out to find a new haven whilst some of the Martikovs are leading an expedition to safety beyond the mists. Perhaps most importantly, our employer will be leaving as well. Those are all things we should celebrate.
I can find solace in the ways we have helped. Saving the innocents of Barovia has been my goal since I arrived. My job here is still far from over, but perhaps, someday soon, it will be our turn.
Words for Mudgruff
I don’t quite remember how we met or why he came, but his presence was wholly felt. Steady and fearless, Mudgruff McBumble was a master of his trade. Those who knew him, knew he was trustworthy. In the time we were together, he never broke a contract. Even in the end, he followed through. It is that dependability that has allowed us all to survive until now. Mr. McBumble gave us more than just aid and companionship; he gave us a fighting chance in this forsaken land. That gift shall not be forgotten as long as all of us still live.
It is with great pain that I bury another friend. I am sorry you had to pass on in this place. With the mists down, I hope your soul finds its way out and is able to reside wherever it so wishes.
“May She-Who-Guides, guide your soul to peace. Your life, blessed in her light.”
Fall 1495
I feel guilt today. One of our friends has passed, yet all I can think of is Clobond’s cutting remark. Seemingly out of nowhere; he declared me a murderer and dug up memories I have tried so hard to lay to rest. He forced me to relive scenes where mothers clutched their bashed-in children. People with black futures wandered through their decimated towns; the broken, ended their own lives at the sound of my approach. I still hear the tormented, begging for death. I have destroyed people.
I do not like thinking about it. I actively push those memories away from the forefront of my mind. The nightmares of the dead and the knowledge that I can never truly make it right, haunts me. I can say I had no choice until my voice grows hoarse, but that does not matter. Those memories and actions will never be separated from me.
I am desperately trying to atone for the sins Orfeo had me commit, but no one needs to know of my active penance. Clobond stole that information when he read this journal without my permission. He broke my trust.
He tests my patience and my ability to forgive. I will continue to treat him as an ally, but he is no longer regarded as a friend to me.
Fall 1495
We were blessed the other day. Sehanine and Malika graced us with their presence before they set off in search of a new land for the dusk elves. With them, they brought their baby. I was so happy to see her face. She is truly an extraordinary child. Here was not only the first dusk elf born in nearly half a century, but a lunar demigod as well. She is a beacon of their hope. We came so close to losing it all. Had we not had that scroll, Malika and her baby would have ceased to exist.
I was relieved and proud and humbled at the gravity of it all. I wanted to hold the child so badly, but I understand why I was not allowed to. Still… it was the closest I’d ever felt to what I imagine parental love feels like. I hope one day, I can see her again.
Fall 1495
There have been many victories for us over the past few days!
Baba Lysaga is dead and we have two new members in our party. Torben von Gipfelhaus is a cleric of Lathander and Dina Coventry is a very sneaky woman from a place called England. She speaks French, which I have only ever heard Orfeo speak. We mostly communicate telepathically to avoid the language barrier.
Our new friends were instrumental in taking down the hag mother. They have my respect and I do hope they continue to travel with us.
I would like to take the gem Baba stole back to the Martikovs, but there is still some talk about whether or not we still need to bury Baba Lysaga’s heart. Originally, we were going to bury it to help Cherish not look so hideous, but she (along with The Bird and Nomi) were reverted to their younger selves. She is no longer afflicted by the demon blood.
I think we should wait and figure out how to free the other feins before we free this one. We do not know how Strahd will react, but I can guess that it will be unfavorable. The best we can do is weaken him all at once, as opposed to gradually.
Aside from the heart, we also have Strahd’s Journal. I have been reading it and we are learning a great deal about his past. Reading must be done sparingly though, as the book transports us into the book’s recollections. We do not want anyone else to know we have the diary.
Fall 1495
The sky is clear and sunny. I have never seen Barovia bathed in light. It is quite beautiful. Perhaps our turn to leave has come… I am weary of this place. I want to return home.
Fall 1495
My friends told me that Strahd’s youngest brother took over for a few days. I cannot remember. He appears to have gotten his wish of escaping my body. I no longer feel his presence. Everyday, I get new sensations of being alive that have not been there since as far back as I can remember.
As my skin grows warmer, I see less clearly in the dark. I can no longer shapeshift into a bat or mist and my reflection has returned! I am getting closer to regaining my humanity, but I am still not quite human. I am still closer to a vampire than a mortal human. My thirst for blood cannot be ignored.
I hope Selune’s reason for placing our souls together has not been ruined. I do not know why it was so. Yet, in spite of what Selune was planning and wherever his soul is now, I am glad to be rid of him. I do not wish to ever house his soul again.
Fall 1495
My mind is muddled with memories I do not remember forming… Nothing new at this point I suppose, but nevertheless— The last clear memory I have is being in Artemis Fidatov’s crypt to help Nox Tyl gain a piece of Aurilander. Cherish cast Wish so Strahd and his consorts would perpetually behave in a morally good way. After that, we awoke on this train with little recollection of how or why we got here. The consorts are all here with us, but do not seem to know much more than us. However, the wish does seem to have worked. I do not know where we are going, but this is not Barovia.
Liar’s night is this eve and then winter will be upon us. One more season and we will have been trapped here for a year. I am losing hope that I can meet my 1 year goal.
Winter 1495
Whilst on this train, we have been reading Strahd’s diary more. I am learning that my hatred towards him is increasingly unjustified. Strahd has done plenty to warrant my distrust and disdain, but he has not wronged me as directly as I once thought. That realization stews inside me and I detest every second of it!
A number of months ago, I told him to his face that I would never forgive him for what he did to my homeland and he gracefully took the blame. It wasn’t until I uncovered one of my own long lost memories that I learned Strahd never ordered Var to be sacked. He just made the mistake of sending Orfeo to run his errands. I feel a fool. He knew I was a fool and that made his acceptance of blame burn even more.
Now I feel myself pitying him; the man I was certain destroyed Var, whom I vowed to destroy! Gods, I wish I could just keep hating him. 300 years of pain.. I can’t just let go of it all… Wounded hearts just don't heal that fast.
Winter 1495
We are in a place called Mordent. There is a haunted house, haunted by a ghost who looks strikingly similar to Cherish. I am biding my time as I write this, trying to take my mind off my hunger. I have not fed on blood in over a week and it’s beginning to get unbearable. I’ve done well so far, but I am not sure how much longer I can keep myself under control. Without my ability to summon rats or to Blood Puppet larger animals, I am at a grave disadvantage. I will be so upset with myself if I attack someone.
Winter 1495
Alright, I already know this is going to be a long entry, perhaps multiple? Depends on how long I can stay awake. I am utterly exhausted.
I guess I should begin with the ghost that looks like Cherish. Her name is Doloris and she had us playing a scavenger hunt game. We were helping a young man named Charles try to find a book called The Doom and Doloris said she knew where it was. We followed her instructions, killed her Dread Lord father and found the book, but then Charles threw a rock at Cherish and she was sucked into it! He then took her through a portal.
Of course we followed after and found ourselves in a very strange place. It looked like a library, but there was a void stone and the outside building was completely absent of light. That is what made my skin prickle the most. We were in the Negative Energy Plane… the place that I’d only heard about in my studies, the place where Shar’s minions thrive.
Needless to say, I was on edge as we explored more of the building. In many rooms, we found paintings of the vision I’d seen after defeating Orden’s ghost. There were also a variety of images of us, taken in candid moments. Someone had been watching us for a very long time. I do not like that prospect, especially by someone who resides here.
Anywho, there were a few inhabitants we met. Most were nice enough, but the entire place seemed to mess with them in one way or another. That place toyed with us as well. I saw and was forced to fight my friend who died in Var. I am sure Nomi saw something similar. I can only imagine what it is like to live there for any length.
The inhabitants also kept alluding to the one we’d thought was Charles as the Master. One such meeting was with a Lillindi named Calliope. She told me his name is Oros. Oros believes we will aid him in bringing about “The End”, even unintentionally. I can only guess The End is what I saw in the vision and paintings.
For some reason, Oros wanted Cherish. He said it was because he likes to collect. He would have kept all of us if he could. However, he allowed us an attempt at escaping. In doing so, we battled a false Cherish. The fight spilled over through a portal back to Mordent. At her defeat, we were able to save Cherish, but she is not quite right. I think she has reverted to her childhood self.
Winter 1495
I can no longer rely on time being a constant. Waves of illness…”Delirium” we’ve heard it called, seems to be projecting us into different points in the past. I would say it is time travel, but I cannot call it that exactly. As far as I know, our physical bodies do not vanish into the past, just our minds. Some of these projections are harmless, others have very nearly killed a number of us. One did kill Trash Heap. There seems to be someone instigating the attacks. I can only hope we solve this before anyone else falls.
Notes about the Apparatus
Throughout history, it has been created and destroyed and recreated in various locations across the planes.
It is said that it only works if there is another working apparatus somewhere else
Were there two working ones when we Wished? One in Mordent and one in Port-a-Lucine. Yes, there were
To control it, you need the Rod of Rastanon which was last seen with Strahd’s sleepy cousin in Barovia We found it in Port a Lucene
No one is sure of it’s origins, but it is rumored to have been created by the Alchemist, often alluded to as being Strahd. The original Apparatus was likely destroyed along with the Alchemist after the involvement of a lich or king. (Likely Azalin Rex)
The Lich could also be Exethanter or Kazzaan according to Artimus Fidatov
Azulan Rex is a lich who reportedly helped Strahd build the first apparatus and escape Barovia for a period of 10 years.
We know that Azulan became a Dreadlord after the building of the Apparatus.
He ruled over Darkon until recently. He appears to have escaped or disappeared from his realm somehow. Maybe he is in Mordent again.
The supposed purpose of the Apparatus was to divide a soul and purge it of evil or to fuse an incomplete soul with another.
Since then, the Weathermay family has had a hand in building one in their history
The Artimus Fidatovs was involved in the creation of one by trying to put his soul into his son’s body as a means of prolonging his life after being denied access to knowledge of attaining lichdom
Artimus was controlled or coerced by Deirdre through his dreams into building a good number of things
There is currently a bilzzow and Azalin’s familiar, Tintantilus with an evil incarnation of Strahd somewhere in Mordent
The bilzzow said that Azulan has returned
There is a good version of Strahd with Gertruda
Good and Bad Strahd seem to have been in Mordent longer than us. They have had time to set things up, but do not seem to have been there much longer than a few weeks or months.
Mordent is a frequent trade stop for other Dread Realms. People can also travel between the mists with various methods.
Mordent is a hotspot for Apparatus constructions.
The Dread Lord of Mordent is Wilfred Godefroy and he too has tried to construct an Apparatus, perhaps twice. (Once in the The House on Griffin Hill and another in his mines) Evil Strahd consumed him, absorbing Mordent into his domain
I have been the subject of an Apparatus use by Orfeo and an Unknown Red Wizard. Probably to try and get Sergei his own body or let him permanently control mine. Found the red wizard. He was in Port a Lucene. Called himself The Zulkeer.
Notes alluding to our place in time
We are in Mordent and Alice Weathermay has been awaiting our arrival since Ez mentioned us on her way out after Sehanine’s temple. This assumes that Mordent is in a linear timeline as we know it.
Things that support this:
I can communicate with my sending bracelet to Faerun
They acknowledge that things we know of have happened in the distant past
We only seem to be regaining memories from the past, not premonitions of the future
Timeline?
Artemis Fidatov is coerced by Deirdre into building an Apparatus (in secret), he uses it and it does not work. He then writes a Wish scroll to try and make the Apparatus work in that way, but gets encased in amber before he can read it (perhaps by Deirdre since she said there was something in his crypt for us.)
After Strahd became a vampire, he somehow escapes Barovia with Azalin and together, they travel back in time to before Artimus Fidatov’s time and spend 10 years building the Apparatus. During this time, they get help from the Weathermays. Something happens and Strahd is recaptured into Barovia. Where did Strahd learn how to build an Apparatus if Deridre was the one who taught Fidatov? Did Deridre help Strahd or Azalin?
Artemis Fidatov ends up using cryptic notes he got from the Weathermays (?) written by Strahd and Azalin from some time in the past to create his Apparatus. He is confused because he is older than Strahd.
Azalin eventually leaves Mordent and becomes a new Dread Lord of a place called Darkon for helping Strahd escape his prison among other things.
Both reside in their Dread Realms until fairly recently.
Azalin disappears or escapes his realm and Darkon is starting to fall apart.
Hypothesi
Strahd and Azalin built the Apparatus to circumvent Strahd’s curse and when they used it, it went wrong splitting Strahd into two separate people: one good and one evil. Why are they still in Mordent then? Unless something we did completed the division of Strahd when we made our Wish.
Azalin escapes Darkon using an Apparatus he built and then builds another one in Mordent designed to catch Strahd specifically and that is why Strahd wound up in Mordent while we were in Porta La Scene
There’s still a lot of information I am missing, but I think I am beginning to understand. It is obvious to me that Deirde has a very big hand in all of this, but finding information about her motivations is difficult. I know she is fae and therefore, not trustworthy, but I still hold that she is not our enemy. I am more interested in the existence of two Strahds. I would like to save the good one if we can.
Geez, my brain hurts. I am out of research practice. I don’t think I’ve done this since I was reading about vampires a few centuries ago. But, I suppose this is for the best. It’s time to start putting together pieces of this convoluted puzzle.
Winter 1495
My feelings are tangled up in knots. On one hand, I am well aware that I was coerced by a succubus’ charms and therefore not at fault, but on the other hand, they took Amhach’s form and I cannot deny the happiness I felt during my ignorance. On a third hand, it hurt all the more when I came to and realized my feelings for him could be weaponized.
In the midst of my blindness, the kisses were lovely. How awful it was to realize it wasn’t real, that a First I’ve longed for has been tainted. The whole experience was horrifyingly arousing. I wish I could push the memories out of my mind. Maybe my brain will do me that courtesy.
Winter 1495
I heard Selûne’s voice! For the first time, by my own abilities, I heard her during a prayer!
“ Tymora, dear, I think someone is messing with my jewelry.”
She is aware that Clobond and I were fusing St. Agrivar’s holy moonstone to the Rod of Rastanon, but I did not get a confirmation nor denial for the act’s justification. I suppose that means she is indifferent?
Winter 1495
This is my second entry for today. After my excitement over hearing Selûne, I figured I should fill in the gaps.
The reason for fusing the Rod with the moonstone was to keep the Rod from breaking long enough for us to cure our allies of Delirium. It was cracking from overuse and heat. If it broke before we could be cured, there’s no telling if we would ever get the sickness lifted. Normally, I would not use a holy relic so easily, but because the Rod was celestial crystal, it would need to be repaired with another celestial stone.
The fix is temporary. We can already see that the Rod is still cracking and the moonstone is getting more corrupted. By the end of this, I am not sure we will have Selûne’s Eye anymore. I suppose this is a better use for it than just having a 15 pound rock to carry around, but I am sure it could have been put to better use in someone else’s hands.
Our hope now is that we can still use it on The Creature to separate him from Rudolf Van Richten, but if we can’t, it is a powerful weapon against undead. Poor Strahd, we tried to hand it to him and it obliterated his arm.
Personally, I really want to wield it as a weapon against The Creature, but I am uncertain if I could. On one hand, it is a weapon created partially by my faith, and Selûne is my goddess, but I am still undead. Perhaps there is a test we could do to see if it would be safe.
If we’re going to fight The Creature, it sure would be nice to wield it with my divine accuracy and smites.
Winter 1495
Mordent is starting to calm down after all that’s happened. We were able to chase The Creature back into Barovia. Overall, this was a victory, but I lament that we were unable to save Rudolf.
The consorts are beginning to try and decide what they want to do going forward. Presently, they are planning Escher Preshlow’s funeral. Strahd, on the other hand, has decided to wander the dread realms and try to make amends for the wrongs he’s done. I couldn’t have been happier to hear those words. It won’t be easy, but I have faith that he will find what he’s looking for.
Before he left, he told me that back during the Vampire War, my team was actually able to hold off Orfeo’s forces long enough for the citizens of the Southern Valley to successfully evacuate. The valley was renamed in my honor and there is a statue of me there.
I held it together until everyone went to sleep, but now that I am writing, I can’t stop tears from falling. I have so many questions… Whose idea was it? Why was I given such an honor? I did not think I had done anything remarkable. I was a makeshift leader. Despite this diary, I can only seem to remember my failures. Have I really overlooked so many achievements?
I do not want to come across as ungrateful, I am extremely touched. I just never thought I would be remembered so grandly.
Winter 1495
I am still thinking about Var today. I am wondering what kind of fate my family met. I have always just assumed they never made it out alive… I never tried to find out the truth. Even when I was in Estagund and learned Var had sunk, I never sought out any records. What difference would it have made? Had they died in the war, I would’ve fallen into grief all over again with the confirmation. Had they survived, well… I would know I was the son who never came home.
Winter 1495
We had a lovely Simirl in Mordentshire today. My party and I worked together to redistribute the wealth some highwaymen had stolen from the Mordent people by dropping the treasure down everyone’s chimneys. Those with less got more valuable things and the rich got trifles.
Among other things, I am realizing it is almost time for the new year. It will be 1496 soon. Before I know it, I will see another turn of the century.
Winter 1495
I cannot believe the occurrence which has befallen Mordent! Saint Agrivar’s skeleton was animated by his spirit and went out as we had, bringing a true Simril!
When we awoke, he had left nearly everyone in the party chocolate owls. Sadly, Jack got potatoes. Less surprisingly, Clobond also received potatoes again this year.
On a more serious note, we received a book titled “The Lore of Laru” from Rodaal. The book took us in and told us the origins of Silverymoon. 1,100 years ago an avatar of Malar tried to pollute Laru’s Eternal Spring and we experienced the events of the battle against him. When Malar was about to defeat us, Selûne struck him down with a bolt of silvery lightning, restoring Laru and her pool, making it run eternally silver.
I can only speculate why we were given this book, but the story is an example of a lesson often taught during Selûnite clerical studies. Selûne’s intervention often involves letting her enemies think they have won before she obliterates them at the last moment.
I am reasonably sure that this tale was told to us as a comfort. I think this is approval of what we are doing and a sign that Selûne will protect us. I feel a strong urge to go to Silverymoon. Something important is there. We may have a meeting with the goddess of unicorns in our future.
Winter 1495
We descended into Lady Gawaina Ward’s basement after a few days of deliberation. After traveling down more than two miles through twisting, distorted space, we came to a very old temple. The River Styx ran through it and it was there that we faced the evil that had been imprisoned. A plague demon combined with an amalgamated hag coven was trapped and being used to guard a landing to the Infinite Staircase!
The creature was absolutely terrifying, but Mordenkainen helped us stave off the worst. With Dina and Jack whittling the Amalgum down for over a minute, I was able to deal the final blow.
I am beyond excited to ascend the staircase. I have only heard of it in stories. When Sehanine invited us to ascend, I was delighted. Now, we can use it to return to Toril faster and to our correct time.
Perhaps we will be able to return to the dread realms through the stairs again one day.
Winter 1495
Before we leave Mordent, I have been pushing through Strahd’s diary. I know it is not the best thing to do, I feel like I’m invading his privacy now that we are on good terms. But the reason I am reading is to gain more information about Somnara and Strahd’s deal with her.
I still want to help him escape. If I understand how the deal was forged, perhaps I can break it.
Other recently learned information has me wondering if Somnara is tied in with the downfall of Amhach’s order. I learned that Mother Tallow was in Barovia some time 200 years ago and that was around the time his order began to take on vampirism. I wonder if she made a deal with Somnara to destroy the Dormineths from the inside out. I fear that Amhach’s grandfather made a deal with her.
Winter 1495
Somnara is a blight on this world. Blasphemous acts, mass genocides, millennia of manipulation— her fiendish nature means nothing here. There are demons more admirable.
She has directly opposed the lunar faith by imprisoning Sehanine and Selune. For that alone, she must be struck down, but her influence ripples outwards, affecting thousands. She is a spawn of suffering. People I care about have wept in her claws; myself and my pre-incarnations are no exception.
Strahd was corrupted by her, Cherish is plagued by her. Orfeo was created by her.
I want to pull everything out from under her. Without her pillars to stand on, she will fall back down into the pits of the Abyss from whence she came. There, I will bury her.
Winter 1495
The Infinite Staircase is truly a wonder of the world. Everything connects and even the worst of it is still beautiful. I have never seen so many planes, and it is but a fraction of their full glory. Never have I ever wished I could frame my own memories more than I do now.
I have visited the despairs of Hades to the joys of the Beastlands and Arboria. I have seen where Sehanine’s temple was plucked and spoken with Hollyphants and Lillendi. It takes much of my will to resist seeking out The Gates of the Moon.
Now that I have set foot on the Staircase, I know this cannot be the last. I cannot sit restfully knowing how many other worlds there are still to explore. Should I ever live to be tasked with interplaner travel, I would gladly do so.