Session One
Blood on Your Hands

It was cold on the road, and Meisha clung to the stranger’s back, sleepily watching the dancing lights he had conjured and taking little comfort in the warmth he provided. Her grandmother hobbled along beside them as they made for Colovo, a small wining town a few hours down the road from her home.
The night sky was clear, and Meisha could see the smoke and orange haze from the burning inn, even several miles away.
She hoped her father was okay…

The party suffered their first schism when the Blood Knight brutally murdered the innkeeper Mikhail Ironfist after the big man interpreted the teifling’s question of his daughter as a threat to her safety. Once defeated, the evil knight raised him as a skeletal servant, enslaved to do his bidding for eternity.
Meanwhile, the Sorcerer Jordan escorted his daughter and mother to the village of Colovo, where the old woman gifted him an amulet that she had worn around her neck.
After back tracking to the Kingdom of the Northern March, the Blood Knight, Teifling and Dwarf readied themselves against the werewolves in Barovia and struck off into its mist shrouded forest, followed shortly by Jordan.
As they approached the outer, abandoned, edges of Barovia, the three were set upon by a swarm of zombies, carrying some strange disease in their blood and flesh.
After a hectic but one-sided battle, the three and their skeleton servant survived though injured.
But what else awaits them in Barovia?
And what of Jordan? Will he aide them against a greater threat, or let these vile beings wreak their havoc on the weakened people of Barovia?

The Blood Knight tore his greatsword from torso of the zombie, letting its remains fall to the ground. The teifling snarled and muttered as he wrapped a cloth around his arm, staunching the blood oozing from the wound.
Their horses balked a little at being pressed forward, but obeyed.
The mist clung to every inch of street, and shadows moved with tricks of the light. Shrieking and howls – animal and human – permeated the thick air, distant or muffled one could not tell.
They had entered a cursed land, but with the power of dark magics on their side, were they are risk… or were they a greater threat than the land itself?


Prince Calder leans over his oaken desk, glaring at an old map, weathered and eaten away by rats, water and smeared by dirt and ash.
The Prince of the Northern Reach is a young man, though beaten down by the weight of the world. His storm-grey eyes dart over the map, again and again, as if looking at it alone would divulge all the world’s knowledge to him. Though tall, he is still a callow youth, with not enough muscle on his bones. His dirty blonde hair is ill cut, likely done with a sword and a reflective surface, and his tunic is that of a workman’s, his hands bandaged from long days working the fields with his people.
He doesn’t look up as his herald ushers you in, merely gesturing for you to approach.
“I take it that you have come in answer to my summons for heroes?” He glances up to take you all in. "Certainly a strange company of fellows you are. But my knights are already tasked beyond measure… and now one of them has gone missing.
“Sir Geoffry Maurgen. Always a stalwart companion, and my first sword trainer. My father gave him a plot of land down the west road, where he and his wife Helene have made us a prosperous orchard. But Geoffry was never a farmer. Helene came to me several days ago, quite distraught. He had left months ago, armed with silversheen and wolfsbane, heading up an old mountain road. He often goes on these trips, but he was never away as long as this.
“I cannot spare any of my knights or myself to search for our friend. The orc, Warlord Herlek-Gahn, has been sending raiders to my boarders and the elves are watching us every inch of the south road. I cannot leave either side unprotected, but I will not abandon a friend.”
He gestures to the map. “This an old explorer’s rendition of the mountain roads and valley that lead to an old village, Barovia. Geoffry was hunting werewolves by the sounds of it and there are plenty of them in the old woods in those mountains, the Svalich Woods in particular. I am hiring you to follow the path through the mountains and bring back Geoffry. If you cannot… his wedding band will have to suffice.”


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