We go into the morning, searching fruitlessly for the end of our quest in this twisted land. One of the prophecies lands us in a graveyard. Of course, something always happens to Axe.
Jolias snickers every time something happens to Axe. Really anybody in the party. It makes him feel useful. The center of attention.
“It feels good to have someone ask you for your services. Puts you higher than everyone.”
Axe gets strangled by some creatures that I cannot comprehend but Dakras just made it his slave. After searching all day for the legendary Sun Sword, we found a clue. Now this clue led us into the ground.
This ground, filled with corpses. As soon as we found a clue, monsters attacked. Ultimately we persevered. However, we had to sleep. Like the corpses around, we made the ground our home. Ironic, how most of the party died a few days ago, but now we sleep like corpses.
A green light has shined. From the Castle Ravenloft, not hope but reassurance of our everlasting doom. As we watch the specters of previous adventurers march toward the castle. Later as we dug up the Sun Sword, the sword, without it’s radiance, only matches the despair this world is in. There is no hope anymore.
“Let true despair fill my cup now. As there is no hope but despair for everyone and for everything in this mortal folly.”