“To you, the deceased Paladin Ashlynn
Your memory has not been forgotten
But some have forgotten your name, as they all call you the Paladin.
But to a few, we all knew you as Ashlynn.
We are heading into what seems to be a final assault in the castle.
So that we may save Barovia, at least that’s why I hope for.
The way my companions spoke of their true goal to get out of this twisted domain may be harsh. It seems they lost their human sense of doing good.
That’s what I hope to do. To impart my teachings, my ramblings to probably most of the villagers, to the denizens of the village so that they must not forget their path and stray from the Light.
We will kill Strahd. I feel it is our duty that we owe to these people. They look up to us. To take revenge against Count Strahd for the many lives he reaped, treating this land as his own personal kitchen.
I suppose one good Prayer and a apology for you and I is fit. For I do not know if I shall slay Strahd and finally embrace Death."
“Oh Paladin of the Sun, the death you yearned for was finally granted to you. I wish for Death more now than ever. But once this is all over, may Soldral and Io see your soul, as well as the souls of your companions, to be finally at peace. Maybe this time, my cup of ale won’t plunge me into the depths of despair, but into the gateways of Hope.
There are not many chess pieces on the board left. There are almost no moves to make. Which ever side makes the best turn will win this drawn out game. But with newfound determination, I shall win the game in your memory. Paladin of the Sun, I shall join you soon so that I may tell you tales of my heroism and recklessness."
Once I return home, I shall dedicate a passage of a book to your bravery. I haven’t wrote anything about the book in a long time. Maybe I shall write the book so that people may know the tragic extent of my failings.
“Ashlynn, I’m sorry about what happened to your body in real life. My companion and I were under the dark influence of Strahd. I know that I am late but I am sorry. Deeply sorry. I am tortured every night by that twisted dinner that was thrown together by the Count. I don’t admit this to anyone but I am an idiot. Still am. But I cannot gather enough courage, even that which takes the form of ale, to admit this to anyone.
I pray for the future of everyone, of Barovia, and mankind. For evil has no bounds. Once I get home, I shall do more than worship the Austere Lady. I wish to become a Herald of War, to worship both the tactics and the destructive nature of conflict itself and to wield that power between my fingertips. So that no one must experience the same fate and endure the same despair I felt. For the battles shall end swiftly."