Games Logs

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

06/25/2025. Wednesday Curse of Strahd game log. Moving Forward and a Surprise Behind the Door.

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

The meeting over, Duster slips out of Deprimer’s office and up the stairs. He believes that Strazni’s room, still ringing from Ireena’s scre

The wagon creaks and groans as it rolls toward Vallaki’s gates. Where once the massive corpse of a saber-toothed cat had lain, the scorched remains of a soldier, his traumatized partner, reigns in hands, is lost in his own thoughts. Occasionally, he offers a fretful glance back at the fractured remains of the cargo box. In this cramped, remaking space quarters sitting as far as possible from the sheet covered body, Ireena, Rakthe, Krelldutt, Komzin, and Duster rest together,

The group overnight, recovering from the scrum with the cursed revenant. Their sleep is fragmented, their bodies and gear cold and wet. Shifty huddles deeper into his threadbare cloak, shivering because no fire could be kindled in the damp wood. Sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, dark circles rimming his eyes, is Ratrick, who sits staring into space with hollow eyes. The wet has seeped into their bones, making every movement a discomfort.

Deprimer heads to the Vallaki city square in the late afternoon. His rest, though uninterrupted, has left him nearly as weary as before. He climbs to the top of the speaker’s platform and looks out over the dour faces of several hundred citizens of Vallaki. Steeling himself, Derimer asks that the citizens with the greatest need line up so that he may better know what must be done first within the Vallaki.

Deprimer stands resolute on the rain-slicked porch of the Burgomaster’s mansion, the small but imposing figure of Conwan at his elbow....