V’s Journal: Entry 8
We approached the disreputable hovel known as Barovia only to find Strahd’s Poison Mist surrounding the town, typical. We set out to find a gypsy camp and were obviously successful in our endeavors. We purchased potions to enter and exit this land as well as vaguely mystical fortune tellings from an old crone. Mine said something about a “terrible price” I’d have to pay for my future… Unsurprising given what I have already endured.
We entered Barovia, Barovia and were set upon by a figure from Boris’ past. He displayed impressive magical powers and decent swordsmanship but ultimately he fell before my might, as all eventually do. However, the sweet taste of victory was immediately soured when Strahd appeared and attempted to intimidate us. He was, unfortunately, successful when he bombarded us with waves of negative energy. This demonstrated to me the painful limitations of this body and the lack of power within this shell… I will have to improve if I wish to reclaim my rights.
We fled into Nova Vassa, hoping that things will improve in this new land.