Sunny Barovia

 7/9/24 & 7/16/24 Day 40 While Wolfram had reduced their numbers by almost half, there were still many more in the fight.   I was surrounded; hands reaching, grabbing. I flew up 15 feet, out of the fray, then zoomed over to the cover of trees.   More undead approached.   Once climbed up the tree next to me, but I simply flew out of his reach and observed the battlefield. Chaos.   Undead literally exploded around Ireena and her protective circle.   Oloch, Wolfram and Laz were dragged back into the pool by the crayfish creatures but a flurry of blade strokes told me they were cutting their way free. Dasco was stabbing wildly about himself but was being overrun. “Fireball!!   Fireball!!” I heard him yell. Yes.   Fireball indeed. Hovering above, I shot a fireball down into the thick of them. More bodies exploded out. Trees caught fire. No matter. These are just delays.   Distractions to be dealt with.   Our real...

 11/7/23 Once inside the walls of Krezk, the villagers who accompanied us finally began to relax.   An adventure, after all, is really just a bad series of events that you managed to survive.   For most of those that accompanied us, this excursion fit that bill. Everything was taken back to the Baron’s home for later distribution.   The villagers returned to their homes and a modest dinner was laid out for us. As this is my personal log and not some flight of High Fantasy, I shall not dwell on food descriptions.   Suffice it to say the meal was humble as befits this poor town, but also quite a satisfying end to the day.   But the day, as we were about to learn, was not over. Following the meal, Wolfram told Ireena that there were some matters to discuss; Notably, the Abbot’s offer. (There had been quite an involved discussion among our group about the morality of the Abbot’s attempt to duplicate Ireena.   Regardless of individual opinions, we...