Sunny Barovia

 3/26/24 Day 38 It should have been easy. We had an area we could camp in.   We knew what was past the doors to the east, we just had to check what was on the other side of the doors to the north, then we could camp for the night.   Oloch and Wolfram stood at the heavy set of amber double doors.   The rest of us a few feet back, among the makeshift beds. They pushed the doors open, and Oloch almost immediately said, “Nope,” and quickly pulled them shut again. He turned his head and said, “Skulls.   Floating Skulls.   Flying, floating skulls.   On fire. 3 of them.” Before we could work out what he was trying to tell us, the doors opened again, apparently by themselves.  I got a glimpse of, well, a floating flaming skull. Just like he said. I also saw a small ball of flame, about the size of a marble shoot out of its mouth and into the room. I heard someone yell, “Fireball!” and I dropped down behind one of the makeshift beds.  ...

3/12/24 Day 38 We looked across the bridge at the Chamberlain.  He was unbothered by the snow and high winds whipping about him. He asked to speak to our representative.  Laz and Wolfram strode forward to meet him. The winds were too loud for us to hear what they were saying, but they did glance back at us on a couple of occasions. After a few minutes, Laz and Wolfram came back, while the Chamberlain strode to the far end of the bridge. They shared with us that the Chamberlain was advising us to turn back.  He said that Kasimir was leading us on a “fools errand” that would result in our useless deaths.  This would displease Strahd. He indicated that those who please Strahd tend to prosper.  If we were to know disappoint him, he will feed on us. The Chamberlain conceded he was not here to physically stop us or fight us.  He was merely informing us of Strahd’s felt this was a poor use of our time. Laz apparently asked the Chamberlain what, exactly, Strahd f...

 3/5/24 (Co-written with Abe) Day 38 That morning, we loaded up, made sure we had what cold weather gear we could get and headed out.   Kasimir met us just outside of Vallaki.   I noticed that while we were all swaddled in poorly-cured, and roughly sewn wolf-fur, supplemented by far more effective gloves, hats and boots provided by the Vistani, that despite his explicit warning that we find appropriate cold-weather clothing, the dusk elf was wearing little more than a loose-fitting traveling tunic, long breeches and water-proofed medium boots. I asked if we needed to stop somewhere and obtain some more weather appropriate clothing for him.  He chuckled and said it wouldn’t be a problem.  I could only assume he had arcane means of assuring he didn’t freeze to death. We started westward on the Old Svalich Way. As we got underway, Kasimir looked nervously back towards the woods to the south that concealed the Vistani camp. “I am loath to depart,” he admitte...