FUN FACT: Our DM didn't tell us anything about what campaign we'd be running, he just let us have free reign of all the source books. We all somehow ended up making characters from Eberron, so this is the story of how some people just trying to make a few bucks end up in mega-fucked Barovia.
I've been writing in-character summaries and you can read the first one below, if you want!
SPOILERS for the very beginning of Curse of Strahd D&D 5e Adventure Path below:
Bunny's Dear Diary, or Whatever #1
Yeah, I didn't think I'd be writing in this either, but here we are. Maybe whoever finds our inevitably blood sucked corpses will get a kick out of it.
So like, me and Yoryk, he's my partner. He's the big gnoll guy. You know. Anyway, we joined up with a caravan detail for House Ghallanda, real legit and everything. Easy money too: Short route, one stop. Just look tough to scare off any bandit types, bash em up if they get braver than they oughta be. Easy. Maybe we'd see where it takes us too, after that. They were gonna pay us each 100 gold, and we coulda made some progress paying back Mr. Angel Eyes, who as you know, ain't super happy with us.
Got there and the other two were waiting for us, goods all settled. Tabi's the caravan master. I mean, it's one wagon and a donkey, I'm not sure if it's still a caravan at that point, but I'm not an expert. Tabi's a gnome lady, real tall for a gnome, has a pet snake that flies. Kinda weird for a snake. She seems pretty sensible though, knows her stuff. Other one's Rouge. She's a tiefling too, like yours truly. But she's got wings for some reason? Yeah, so she can fly. Whatever. Lots of things can fly. That's not a big deal.
So after Tabi thoroughly and professionally inspected the cargo (blankets and cloaks and stuff, the good shit), we set off. No trouble on the road, kinda foggy. First day goes fine, and we pitch camp in the woods. In the middle of the night though, some dude shows up, like some fucking ghost, wanting to share our fire. We let him hang out with us and he gave us his life story about being an aimless wanderer or whatever. Said we should look up Madam Eva in Tser Pool if we ever go there. Nobody heard of the place, but sure. He left. We went to sleep.
We wake up in the morning, right? And it is REAL foggy. Like even more than before. Tabi says she was on watch and she felt some sorta sleep magic get cast on her, so no one saw what happened until daylight. Camp looks different. Trees are in different spots. Rouge takes 10 minutes doing yoga stretches then flies around to check out our situation. Our situation is: super ghost fog. Everywhere. The road is in a different spot. It's running in the wrong direction. We pick a direction and go. The ghost fog gets worse. Like so bad, you can't even keep going. So we don't, we turn around and go the other way. It's still pretty bad but at least you don't feel like it's about eat you.
We find a weird noose on the ground, soaked in water. It seems magical I guess? Like, weirdly heavy. More than a normal hunk of wet rope. I tell Tabi to hold it out and I cast Firebolt on it. Still burned a bit. That was pretty funny. Eventually we come to this big iron gate of like, a castle, right? Huge beheaded statues guarding it. Real imposing. After some debate, and a little encouragement from nearby howling wolves, we decide to go through. The gates open themselves. The gates close themselves. After us. So we can't go back. And by the way it’s at this point we notice that it's not a castle at all, it's more like just a big wall, with a gate in it. Who checked which side of the wall the howling was coming from? Not us.
Pretty close by we find the body of some peasant guy, on the side of the road. He’s got 5 gold on him, and a letter. The letter says that the mayor-type of Barovia is closing / magically sealing off the whole area because the Vampire Asshole Strahd has like, totally fucked everything. That sounds pretty bad so we decide to try and turn back around. Yank on the gate, but the gate won't open. Ghost fog is pressing in like a solid wall on the other side. Well, guess the ghost fog wants us to go to vampire town- so we do.
Place is a shit hole to be sure. Somebody wailing in the distance, otherwise total ghost town. Maybe literally. Rouge stayed back to guard the cart while we went on ahead. I'm not gonna say that she saw creepy skeleton hands appearing out of the fog, or skittering bands of rats roaming from house to house, because I wasn't there, but I wouldn't be surprised if she did.
We found a bar!! I've been in worse. Barkeep's real quiet, glasses are real clean. We met three uh, very friendly? ladies. Alenka, Mirabelle, and Sorvia. Listen, they were ABOUT Yoryk. Couldn't stop with the questions. Are you a werewolf, where are you from, are all your people like you, do you have fleas, can i touch your ears, your fur is so soft!! etc. Yoryk can laugh off all the looks he gets most places, snarl at fights and dangers and whatnot, but these three chicks fawning over him? You could smell the fear sweats from across the room.
Rouge may have finally gotten tired of sitting by the entrance with all the ghosts, so she brought the cart and Randall (that's the donkey) up to the bar. However, the ceaseless, unstoppable, ear piercing wailing may have assaulted her hearing the whole time she was out there, and she may have gone to investigate, finding a bereaved and possibly crazy old mother, and promised that she would definitely totally help find her lost daughter if only she would stop crying. Something like that. I don't know, I wasn't there.
Inside the bar, Tabi started talking about the letter we found, and the one other guy in the place made a beeline for us. Said his name was Ismark. He's actually the son of the dude that wrote the letter. Gave us the lowdown on the vampire situation. Which is:
-Barovia is mega-fucked.
-no one can get out.
-Vampire Asshole Strahd does whatever he wants.
-VAS has eyes and minions everywhere, so trust no one.
-VAS can turn into fog and bats or something, so you're never safe.
-the ghost fog will definitely kill you.
-Sometimes adventurers come in through the fog from other places, but they never manage to leave.
-they just die.
-which means that we are also mega-fucked.
-so anyway, since we're stuck here, do we want to come help him escort his sister Ireena from here to Vallaki?
We said sure so I guess that's what we're doing now. We went to his house and she's a vampire I think, so we might have to kill her.
Thanks for reading!