Sunny Barovia

 11/18/24 Day 40 - Afternoon I must admit, some small part of me held out hope that the figures advancing toward us along the top of the wall would turn out to be allies. That was, of course, insanely naïve of me.   But to be fair, I thought I had seen all the vampires scamper back down over the walls in retreat. Apparently not. I should note that every vampire we’d seen so far (with the possible exception of Strahd) was fairly slim, if not gaunt in appearance.   They were almost universally slender with a build that suggested they never had to physically exert themselves in their entire existence.   If it weren’t for the unnatural strength and powers granted to them through vampirism, they’d hardly be a threat to anyone. So, when I saw the muscled, heavily armored figure advancing toward us along the wall, I could be forgiven for not realizing it was an ally of Strahd.   Sir Fides Behind this behemoth was a female vampire Laz (as he later told us) r...

  11/11/24 Day 40 We stood there in the mud and blood, burned and tattered bodies all around us.   Small, smoldering fires, left over from the fireball scattered about. I looked at my companions, all with various degrees of injuries and all (save Dasco and myself) were soaking wet from being drug into the lake. I knew this was a problem, but I couldn’t process why.   My brain was still pre-occupied with the battle we had just one. So I just stood there staring at them, with that same sensation you get when you walk into a room, but forget what you were looking for. Finally, it hit me.   It was freezing cold here, and they were soaking wet.    I glanced around, then started gathering wood from the remains of the gazebo.   “Listen up,” I said, “we’ve got to get you guys dry and warm sooner rather than later.   The way I see it, we can try and hole up in one of these cabins and build a fire or perhaps we can make it up to the Abbey and seek...