Gentle reader it would appear that we had finally encountered a stroke of luck here in this evil place. Not only are all of my companions alive at this time, but it would appear that the master of the castle is convinced that we are not the ones who severed his connections to the land. Instead that “honor” was bestowed upon the smallest of the local werecreature tribes. As a result the foul villain chose to publicly execute one of the commanders of those werecreatures in the center of town in Barovia the day after the bat swarms ravaged the place. While it is tragic that they paid the price for our success, their sacrifice would have given us a golden opportunity to sneak back into the castle and attempt to “air our grievances” with the lord of the land on terms of our own time and choosing.
But that was not to be.
The Burgermeister wanted to speak with us about our conduct at the Fanes and how we have endangered his village. During this far ranging discussion he voiced his concerns about the declining strength of the people of the town of Barovia. As I was speaking about our parties inability to speak with or locate my own people, I was stunned when he offered an unlikely solution to our problem. The Burgermeister actually offered to allow my people to come to town to live for a time and aid in its defense.
Of course he then shat all over his solution by offering to have some of his more skilled carpenters craft us all some wooden tableware “to insure that the good silver doesn’t go missing”
Ingrate. That silver should have been turned into arrowheads long ago.
In the end I was more than happy to take him up on his “wonderful” offer. It has turned out that my people need the help the Burgermeister has offered because their own situation has turned desperate. The message we received from the traveling people was just a few lines finely scrawled on a scrap of parchment attached to a crows leg. Small. insignificant even. But the words carried to us on dark wings had the weight if not the penmanship of Madam Eva’s hand behind it. With her words we are gearing up to meet my people at a local river crossing to “escort them into town.” With her words we travel out again to face the unknown. I can only hope my people make it to us in time.
After a night of troubled rest I fear that we speed towards a crossroads of prophecy and destiny. A confluence of fate and dark fortunes that not all of us may survive. I see the great wheel in my dreams clearly once more crushing, maiming, and killing all who stand in the way of it. But go to this uncertain future I must. For this slim and small message also stated that I must be there. That I must be present to show my people the path to Barovia. It weighs heavily upon my soul. By all rights we should be even now deep inside the bottom levels of the castle searching for items to help us drive a steak through the heart of the master of these lands. Instead I head off into the morning sun to honor my words to my brothers and sisters.
I cannot help but wonder if they would do the same for me.