Strahd of Various

Sock

Welcome adventurers!

I am your humble Dungeon Master, Sock. We are playing the Curse of Strahd adventure. A few notes before we begin.

-Standard Dungeons and dragons 5e rules will be used. What the dungeon master says, goes.

-This thread will be an ongoing mix of actions, role-playing, and story updates.

-Character conversations will be held on the discord server.

- Dice rolling will be handled in the discord server

- if you have any questions, pm me on discord.

Tl;dr - have fun, don't die

-

Sock

The Misty woods are quiet tonight...A little too quiet. The stillness broken only by the footfalls of your party.

The mission was clear, find and kill the wolves harassing the settlements surrounding Daggerford. The tracks up to this point have been easy enough to follow, however a thick mist has begun to cover the forest floor. The further you travel, the midst becomes thicker as if it is trying to engulf you.

You hear a howl in the distance, followed by another. Pushing deeper into the forest, you lose sight of the tracks you were following.

Now fully lost, you walk further and come across a path in the woods.

WilTheHuman

Wil squats down and reaches his hand into the fog. He plays with it in his hand, moving it between his fingers.

He is wearing a hood that falls forward, covering his eyes. He pushes it back and off his head, revealing long silver hair and a young face. Godamn he is beautiful. Chiseled jaw. Perfect skin.

He stands and stares off into the distance.

toddterps62

The trail of our campaign attracted great scorn
But we ventured onward through the Tundra of Tor
Soon I had attracted a posse of trolls
Who'd grown fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls...

Vladykins

Where wolves? Werewolves!

Sock

Wil looks around and sees that there is a noticeable clearing if mist that appears to coincide with the path.

You all hear another set of howls emanating from the mist all around you.

PrihaniCentaur

From my experience wolves don't use paths.

WilTheHuman

“We should follow this path. Perhaps the fog clears ahead. I would not want to fight these wolves in this fog.”

Wil saunters forward, pulling his hood over his head.

PrihaniCentaur

"I'm not much for forests, I'll come with you Wil."

Prihani follows Wil closely and keeps his eyes on the edge of the fog.

toddterps62

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OderusUrungus

After the carnage steam rises through snow
You have been consigned to the Abyss of Woe
My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains
This empty feeling - all that remains

Sock

Wil and Prihani start moving up the path

PrihaniCentaur

Speaking to the rest of the group, in a hushed tone Prihani says, "Hey you, everyone, come on with us. Let's stick together"

Sock

The party following up the path, hearing low growling from the mists in every direction

PrihaniCentaur

Prihani draws both of his short swords and walks in a tight circle watching the edge of the fog intently.

OderusUrungus

PrihaniCentaur wrote: »

Speaking to the rest of the group, in a hushed tone Prihani says, "Hey you, everyone, come on with us. Let's stick together"

You spend hours smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be hit with a mace
Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets
Hung by the heels and pelted with belts
But still you are smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be reduced to paste
Wander the countryside blind in one eye
Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive

Vladykins

I can't argue with that logic.

Sock

You continue forward, weapons drawn.

The mist spills out of the forest to swallow up the road behind you. Ahead, jutting from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road, are high stone buttresses looming gray in the fog. Huge iron gates hang on the stonework. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate, their heads now lying among the weeds at their feet. They greet you only with silence.

Sock

The forms and growls recede further into the fog as you approach the gates.

OderusUrungus

Singing lovingly to the headless statues

Still you expect pity
And you shall receive none
Why did death come hard for you
You gave it to some
You joined the War Party
Your purpose was clear
You did your job with skill, you raped and you killed
Why so surprised that you finally got billed?

Vladykins

<looks for the heads>

WilTheHuman

Wil continues to lead the group through the gates. His chest held high. Seeming near invulnerable.

Sock

Vladykins wrote: »

<looks for the heads>

The large stone heads lie on the ground overgrown with vines.

Sock

As you approach the gates, they creak and the hinges screech as the large doors open to reveal a dense forest with a path cutting through it.

WilTheHuman

“I think it’s best we follow this path. We must get out of the fog.”

Wil motions to the others and plods along.

OderusUrungus

Here in Metal Metal Land
Nothing ever dies
Except of course our enemies
And they're attracting metal flies
Here in Metal Metal Land
Everything is loud!
All the chicks are strippers
All their fathers, proud

Sock

@OderusUrungus You catch the scent of death on the air.

The foul scent leads you to a human corpse half-buried in the underbrush about fifteen feet from the road. The young man appears to be a commoner. His muddy clothes are torn and raked with claw marks. Crows have been at the body, which is surrounded by the paw prints. The man has obviously been dead for several days. He holds a crumpled envelope in one hand.

WilTheHuman

Wil approaches the body shooing away the crows. He squats to examine the body and draws the envelope from his cold. Dead. Hands.

OderusUrungus

I love hate songs 'bout mass destruction
other people's pain takes my mind off you
I love puppies when they're road-kill
They're too cute too live, too cute to live
like you

Sock

You remove the envelope from the dead man's grasp, enclosed in the envelope is the following letter:

"Hail thee of might and valor. I, the Burgomaster of Barovia, send you honor – with despair. My adopted daughter, the fair Ireena Kolyana, has been these past nights bitten by a vampyr. For over four hundred years, this creature has drained the life blood of my people. Now, my dear Ireena languishes and dies from an unholy wound caused by this vile beast. He has become too powerful to conquer.

So I say to you, give us up for dead and encircle this land with the symbols of good. Let holy men call upon their power that the devil may be contained within the walls of weeping Barovia. Leave our sorrows to our graves, and save the world from this evil fate of ours.

There is much wealth entrapped in this community. Return for your reward after we are all departed for a better life.

Kolyan Indirovich, Burgomaster."

WilTheHuman

Will passes the letter to the others.

“Boys, it looks like we are headed to Barovia.”