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The Chapel “We need to move now before more of those….things come for us.” Ismark and Ireena nod, glancing around – Ismark uneasily, Ireena more resigned, but both on guard. Okay. Map time… [ This is where we left the rubble remains of the gargoyle behind. There’s a faint footpath through the courtyard, through a […]

The Gargoyle Okay, it looks like time for our first actual fight in the system, so I figured I ought to take the time to make sure I get it right – there are a few more moving pieces with combat than some other situations, because RPG. Anyway. First, to review: Brig has pushed up […]

The Gates of the Castle So I’ve been sick for about a week, and finally feeling well enough to get back to Brigitte and Ismark and Ireena. During the break, I spent a bit of time wondering if I missed a chance to swear a vow to Madam Eva – something about breaking the Vistani’s […]

The left fork of the road slants upward slightly, heading up into the mountains – it this road up which most of the spirits continue to travel. The right fork slants slightly downward, toward what looks like the base of the mountains, rather than their peaks. At the fork, I see Liqa, standing next Reinhardt. […]

Last session, we talked with the village priest and buried the Burgomaster, which is about when we noticed the ghosts gathering at the graveyard gate, and I realized I knew one of them. Specifically, it’s the spirit of Reinhardt, my old mentor. I’m… guessing this next bit is going to suck a little bit. Brigitte […]

Okay, we’re heading to the northwest part of the village, E5 and E6, the church and cemetery. Sounds peaceful. Now, not to be too much of a gamer about it, but the thing is, I’m pretty sure the only way to get XP in the game is to make and complete Vows. “Free all of […]

Ismark leads us down the street, past Mad Mary’s to E4, which is the Burgomaster’s home. A weary-looking mansion squats behind a rusting fence. The gates are twisted and torn. The right gate lies cast aside while the left swings crazily in the wind. The stuttering squeal and clang of the gate repeats over and […]

Okay, so I’m heading back up the street from the home of Mad Mary, to the tavern. The GM is droning on about atmospheric stuff or… you know. Whatever. GM stuff. They do that. Now, somewhere in here, if you’re me (or most players I’ve played with since I was 10), you’ve tuned out the […]

I’ve finished a journey as part of a quest/vow (come to the aid of the village), so I’ll also mark progress. Since it’s a Dangerous quest, every ‘mark progress’ move fills two boxes. Now then, the village. Tall shapes loom out of the dense fog that surrounds everything, even in mid-afternoon. The muddy ground underfoot […]

In the last ‘session’, Brigitte set out toward Barovia by way of the Old Svalich Road, made it to the gates of Barovia and (thanks to our second journey roll) found out things were going to take a bad turn. BUT FIRST, I need a bit of information for an NPC we’re about to meet. […]

So now I envision my character’s recent history – Brigitte doing the farwarden thing, which boils down to the Unappreciated Rangers of the North Job ™ – helping small communities with beasts and monsters, informal roadway patrols, whatever – but all the while she’s got her ear to the ground for word of farwardens who’ve […]

So, last time we did a bit of world building. This time, character. Envision – Our hero is a member of a freewarden order known as the Overwatch. She’s a younger warrior, mentored by several of the senior members. She’s a classic kind of armored warrior: heavy sheild, at least chainmail armor, whatever weapons come […]