Games Logs

High above the blazing Wall of Fire that burns above the Tsolenka Pass, Ratrick smolders, wisps of smoke curling from his singed fur. The ac

On the evening before they expect to reach the Tsolenka Pass, the companions bid their elderly elvish visitor a warm good night, watching as

The dark figure approaches and in the dim light the players see a slight, humanoid form, maybe female. She is slender, long limbed and small

The party stirs as dawn breaks over the shattered bones of the minotaur skeleton. Fifteen days—that’s all the time they have to reach the Am

Dim light seeps through the stained glass windows that tower over the long dining table in the Great Hall of the Abbey. The scent of wood

The Abbot’s weeping gradually subsides into ragged sniffling. When he finally lifts his head, his pale eyes are red-rimmed and distant, focu

The afternoon air carries the acrid smell of singed hair as Arrigal stands before them, wounded and seething. The Vistani’s face twists with

The table groans under the weight of the feast—thick wolf steaks still sizzling, rich stew sending up clouds of savory steam, earthy mushroo

The final scarecrow crumples to the ground, its burlap skin torn and leaking straw. The friends stand breathing hard in the dim afternoon li

Madame Wachter needs a full day to prepare her husband’s body for transport, which leaves the friends with an unexpected gift: time, and poc

The golden gleam catches Biblo’s eye as he stares at the massive pile of coins before us. Each disc bears the same haunting imagery—Strahd’s

The cemetery air hangs thick with mist and the smell of wet earth. Ancient headstones lean at drunken angles through the fog, their weathere

The acrid smell of undeath fills the chapel as Ratrick gropes in the fog to find his adopted son. Finally, his hand discovers young Ilya’s c

The battle in the fog continues. Nike can hear Ratrick, somewhere in the mists, screaming Ilya’s name. The boy lay somewhere, hidden from vi

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Bored, Shifty opens the north door from the Great Hall, revealing a ruined office, its dark wood panels warped and scarred by age and abuse.

The ancient stones of Argynvost’s Great Hall echo with footsteps as the party spreads out, restless after the battle with the shadow demons.

The ancient stone walls of Argynvostholt’s great hall stretch upward into darkness, where something sinister catches the sharp eyes of the g

The acrid taste of failure burns as Zilk watches his psychic connection with the shadow demon dissolve into nothing. His attempts at peace h

The party approached the ancient structure with measured caution. Biblo led the way up the crumbling stone steps, his ratfolk senses alert f