Sunny Barovia

 12/13/2022 Once we were inside, Wolfram pointed out that the guards here were much better equipped than what we’d seen elsewhere.   These were actual guardsmen, not hirelings with pitchforks or scrounged weapons.   The Burgomaster himself carried two swords – one on his hip and a great sword on his back. Just as his eye was drawn to the tools of his profession, my eye was similarly attracted.   Though walled, the village was decently wooded with cottages tucked in between the trees.   We saw small livestock pens and villagers working in and around the area.   It was almost like something out of the fairytales Julianna used to tell Darius when he was small. Towering above all this was a steep cliff, with the Abby itself sitting like a crown over the village. It was also quite cold here.   It wasn’t snowing, but it felt like winter might not be far off. Burgomaster Krezkov led us through the village.   He was a little more friendly now, b...

  8/2/2022 The morning came and we treated ourselves to a well-earned breakfast.   After which, we gathered our things and headed to the house of the former Burgomaster.   A makeshift guard had been set up, and we were led in to see Victor. He was chained in the same cell that his father had used for political opponents.   When the gag was lowered, he croaked for water.   We gave him some and any sympathy I might have had for him quickly evaporated. All in all, he was a pretentious, unlikable little shit.   He didn’t believe that Lady Wachter would give him any significant punishment out of love for his own mother.   He figured that eventually he would be sent to Strahd like his father and Izek.   He was under the belief that Strahd actually liked those who used magic and felt that he could eventually thrive under the old bloodsucker. And he may be right.   He offered no meaningful insight on how to cure Stella Wachter.   He ap...