Koshka’s Journal #17
We are marching quickly towards our demise. We planted the book in Borca and received another punishment for our efforts. This time it was from some old fool that bore a striking resemblance to our dear friend Kurt. A visage from his future perhaps? He warned us all about the paths we were taking and suggested we give in to the darkness within us. An inevitability in any case.
We then moved on to Barovia, already searching for our third folly. After uselessly stumbling around Zeidenburg for a day, a city full of creatures that actually seem to understand our place in this world, we moved on to Teufeldorf where we were able to learn about some nearby ruins on the river that descends from Mt. Ghakis. Upon finding these ruins we met some of the gypsies of the Darklands, the very kind of tricksters that led Rianovna into the darkness near a year ago. From there we were able to barter for the information to find Quinn Roche, the better to hang ourselves with.
The journey through this place has been less than inspiring, reminding Rianovna of some creature’s belly more than a structure. While nothing has been particularly troublesome yet, we have just met an old friend, which in this party is universally a bad thing. Lieutenant Colonel B. Coonan Gluney has long hated Vento and once he learns that his spirit is back he will likely not be happy. This, combined with the fact that he attempted to kill us upon our last meeting means that he will not only certainly try again but that this time he will be better at it.
Koshka had best stop writing now, Gluney’s tone is becoming more angry and battle will likely ensue shortly and Koshka should be present, for whatever little good it will do.
P.S. Before Rianovna forgets, the runes in this place read “The illusion of choice,” an apt quote for our lives.