A Dark and Stormy night in Raveloft, several years have passed since the climatic battle Strahd had with the Adventurers from Siendart. The battle was pitched and the might of Sword and Spell brought to bear has yet to be seen again in Ravenloft. No one, has ever been so close. This auspicious night marks the 10 year anniversary and in celebration of his Victory, Strahd has invited several of his fellow Vampyrs and Vampires from the other realms for a grand party. The guest list includes the likes of Dracula, Alucard (Hellsing), and Nosferatu. As he tours them around the castle he shows and tells of his cruelty and the poetic ends he has given to adventures that have challenged him in the past. He recounts a story of how he trapped one party member in a coffin and assumed his form only to have the party stake their friend to death before killing them all wearing his skin. The next story he recounts is more recent, he tells of a Paladin, a lightbringer, that he had brazened over a fire with a honey glaze and fed to another adventuring party. Strahd muses for a moment, seemingly quite satisfied with himself. He speaks up in a boistrous tone as he flings open the doors to a grand chamber, recently repurposed. "And gentlemen, that brings us to the grand finale of the night! In the room stands several pedestals, upon which sit several Crystal Balls, within in them a scrying spell is active. Above them are great placards detailing their names and manner of death. Along with a 1 to 10 Rating on how satisfying it was. Even despite this being a gallery of his conquest, it is odd that they have recieved this “Honor”. He explains that these are the final effects of the troublesome adventurers from Siendart. Let us begin… He leads his guests around, showing different crystals.
First we come to the Paladin of the Gray Lady, Lady Julianah. As you can see, her corpse has been turned to the Grayest stone and her visage now watches over my brother’s Coffin. Just as in life her body is adorned in the holy raiments she wore in life but it is not the true relics, but rather an assortment of cursed items. The real relics are long gone and are of no threat to me anymore. What’s more, the fool that tries to take them shall face an animated stone simulacrum of the Paladin as she animates and Smites their pure hearts with very fervor she fought me with. She is now my Gray Lady.
Next, the foolhardy Woodsman, Axe. He is now a reanimated zombie clad in an armor of Bark and wood harvested from the remains of his precious Elm. What’s more, his un-life has but one simple undeniable command: Chop down every single tree in the Svalich woods. That will teach those accursed dogs to fail me. Ah gentleman the coup de grace as were, the haft of his Axe now is forged from the Right Arm, Heart, and Eyes of his Precious Elm and the Axe Blade, of the Very Cold Iron I slew her with. I have given him the gift of remembering every detail, but not the power to even weep for her. He takes a long sip of his Blood Wine, quite pleased with himself. “So Delicious.”
The other Vampires ooh and ahh at his creativity. Alucard speaks up and asks him what vintage he’s drinking.
Strahd smiles maliciously, oh this? It is a 10 Year vintage, let me show you.
Ah Jolias, one of my sweetest conquests. The Drunken priest, he died as he lived, “Drunken”. Strahd chuckles, please forgive the bad grammar, you see the pun doesn’t quite work otherwise. But to the point. The Crystal show and image of the Master’s Wine Cellar filled with several barrels. One of which is a barrel of contorted and horrifying flesh. Jolias has been turned into a Cask of Wine, his horrified face stares blankly forward and the tap to the keg is shoved in his mouth giving the appearance of him vomitting blood whenever a drink is drafted from it. Strahd stumbles for a moment, forgive me my fellows, but I must be cautious when I partake of this vintage, it is quite potent.
A peal of thunder crashes overhead. The Vampires look to each other, Nosferatu speaks. "It would appear that the storms in this area have worsened.
Strahd nods, yes it all courtesy of my next victim. Maximillian McCloud. In our fight his mortal coil was burned away to nothing, a combination of his self inflicted backlash and the Ironic Dark Lightning bolt I finished him off with. As such, I was troubled with what to do with him, until I had a stroke of genius. I bound his soul to the weather vane of the highest tower and now he haunts the skies of my castle as a dark and violent Thunderstorm with all the might he possessed in life. I would not advise traversing the grounds without Energy immunity active. It has done quite a bit to liven up the ambiance and has been quite the deterrent to anything not outright immune to electricity.
Dracula looks upon yet another crystal, “And what of this one?” “He’s giving charity?!”
Strahd calms him, worry not, their is a trick to this. That is Antonio, the Vistani. I have dominated his mind. He has been geas to walk the lands of Barovia giving every token of wealth he has ever had little by little to those who appear to need it. I have cursed his coins and jewels to bring the greatest misfortune to any who hold them. Think of it as a heighten Gypsy’s curse powered by his very Vastani blood. It provides quite a bit of entertainment with the misfortune he brings. In the crystal you can see a traveler in a wagon die of dysentary after being bitten by 13 Rattlesnakes as his 12 Grandfather clocks explode into shards of glass, gears, and splinters as his horse drowns in the river they were trying to cross. Strahd lets out a hearty belly laugh, “I love this show!”
Strahd sighs, quite content. And last but not least the Necromancer Dakras and his Scythe Thanifex. Three guests look upon the Crystal in horror and disgust. In unison" “How could you do that to him, that’s evil even by our standards!” Strahd just shrugs. “What? He asked for it.” In the crystal ball an image of Dakras stirring the pot of Cyrus’s “concoction” with a long shafted item can be seen. Moments later cyruss kicks in the door, giggling and angry somehow at the same time. “Stir that pot well intern! If you don’t old cyruss will catch hell and when cyruss catches hell that means you catch hell!” Dakras grumbles under his breath. “Cyruss doesn’t see you stirring!” Strahd explains that in the final moments of the fight Dakras pleaded with him explaining that he only came here for a Job and that his idiot companions decided to go on a crusade against him. “I am a merciful Lord, so I granted his request and made him an Intern under Cyruss.” "You never quite understand the cruelty capable of the oppressed until they have someone underneath them to take it out on. In the crystal Cyruss is seen taking over the pot. “You go sweep the halls now! hoo hoo hoo!” Dakras pulls a disgusted and seemingly heaving Thanifex out from the pot. “Can I have a broom?” Cyruss snaps “NO that is Cyruss’s broom! You use him!” Dakras lets out an exasperated sigh, “fine.” He begins using Thanifex to sweep the corridors. Thanifex speaks rather crossly to Dakras. “I would say we should look for another job but you are the fool who signed a life time contract” “Dakras fires back, I didn’t really have a choice, besides I thought it would it be null and void once I became a lich, I didn’t expect to be stuck as an intern forever!!” Thanifex coldly replys, “You should have thought of that. You were just as rash as…” Dakras snaps and cuts him off. “Don’t. Say. That Name.” Thanifex seems to enjoy it as he torments Dakras and spits the name out coldly and clearly. “Max” Dakras’s scream of frustration can be heard throuhout the halls of the castle.
Strahd smiles and bids his guests farewell. He sits down for a time and then there is a knock on the door. Cyruss is there, your dinner Master, just as you have requested it. He grins as he pulls the silver platter cover off to reveal Strahd’s dinner. The Roast Duck formerly known as Mallard. Screen goes black.
Roll Credits (The song “Victorious” by Panic at the disco Plays)