Sunny Barovia

 7/25/23 Taking the form of a Hell Hound had some unexpected consequences.  My mind was not functioning like it should.  Rational, logical thought was harder.  Emotions and primal urges were much stronger.  For instance, as I looked at Strahd, intellectually I knew he was an enemy, but part of me saw him as an ally.  I forced that part back and focused on my group and protecting the girl. Because of this, much of what I impart is gleaned from what I learned later. Most of us moved forward to confront Strahd, while Ooloch and Connell moved closer to, well, I guess Tatyana is her name here. Laz tried to tell Strahd something about being from the future, but his response were words to the effect of, “Nothing will keep me from you!” and started forward. I later learned that Connell cast Spider Climb on Tatyana and told her she could escape down the wall, and we’d hold him off.  For whatever reason, she declined and decided to fight along side u...

7/18/23 There was a time that being attacked by wolves would have been terrifying.  There was a time being attacked by a werewolf would be beyond terrifying.  Funny the things you start to get used to. Don’t misunderstand – this was no walk in the park, and I knew the shakes would come later.  But for now, our little group was efficiently decimating this canine conclave. (See what I did there? It’s called alliteration.  Authors do it. Actually, now that I think about it, I’m realizing alleteration appears more and more in the verbal components of more advanced spells.  But I digress.) Oloch was fully in his element.  He was humming what sounded like a slow waltz, moving much more gracefully that a man that size has the right to.  A wolf leapt toward him, he turned and slashed with his axe as if this were a choreographed dance, and I watched as this wolf split, nose to tail, as if water before a boat, or soil at the passage of a till.  I watched as...

Written by Dave Proudfoot Lord Strahd really has it bad for Lady Ireena. Most men have a type. For some it's a race, some it's a hair color, some poor bastards subconsciously crave abuse and marriage. Lord Strahd? He doesn't like Lady Ireena, he needs Lady Ireena like an opiate. How else account for his chasing the red-haired dragon for centuries? It was Connall who first noted that Walter had not transported with us. It was unsurprising that Lady Ireena had not, nor had the Raven. I miss that damn bird. Regardless, Connall went on to interview Marina further and confirmed that her suitor now returned exclusively at night, appeared to be between 45 and 50, and she believed him to be from a village to the east of Vallaki. Connall then went off to discuss things further with the pigs and goats. This seemed, shall we say, a bit odd, but as I've noted before, I find solace among the dying, so perhaps he finds something among swine and those of the cloven-hoof. He later at...