Sapphire and I found our way to Waterdeep after escaping our home of Westbridge. I don’t think we will ever be able to return. I regret having done that to my sister.
Once in Waterdeep we hear news of our friends, Romi and Elan, which have lead us to set our sites on Daggerford. That and the guild had was starting to sniff around. We couldn’t stay any longer. Sapphire requested the add of an acquaintance by the name of Cardiel and his brother Drakhir. I’m not sure what all she has told them of our predicament but they know we are in search of Romi and Elan.
A few days out from Waterdeep we meet two very strange twins. They know things, things they shouldn’t know, things that worry me. They speak of red silk and a pile of bodies, a strange mist, and of a song I would play in the guilds den. I am sure I have never seen them before. We request for them to take us to where they have seen these things.
‘The mist, the mist, it came all around’
As we walked a mist formed giving the sensation of becoming lost, but we needed… I needed to see this through. If Romi was died… no he can’t be dead.
‘shrouding the world till we could not be found’
When the mist finally cleared we were somewhere else. It was later than it should have been, and rain fell at a steady rate on a road that was different than the one we had come from. I had a feeling of dread, of wrongness, and I was not the only one. We attempted to follow our tracks back but the mist would not have it. So, we continued down this new path with only one way to go. As we did the mist followed.
‘when the mist cleared, we knew we were lost’
‘but the mist would not let us go without a cost’
We traveled down the road for a time until we came across a colossal closed gate guarded by headless figures of stone. As we approached the gate swung open. Try as we might we didn’t recognize the figures, but they made for a small reprieve from the rain so we could sleep.
‘along the path came a gate’
‘guarded by souls who could not see our fate’
‘their heads did lay, fallen on the ground’
‘as we approached their gates came unbound’
The gates closed behind us once we had walked through and the mist flooded against it. I don’t believe we would be going back that way. We continued down the path until the smell of death filled the air. My heart was in my throat, but it couldn’t be him. It had to be someone else.
‘the smell of rot, drifted around the bend’
‘would this be where his fate did end‘
It was not him, but another who had been attacked by animals. Likely wolves from the howls that were becoming more frequent. He held a letter speaking of a town call Barovia and of vampires. I had only heard of vampires in tales but I’d believe they would live in this place.
‘it was not him but the remains of another’
‘ragged and gnawed, for the wolves supper’
The wolves had not been sated by the dead man. They attacked us and while fighting them off we came to a disturbing realization. Our magic had changed in this place. My once beautiful music had become sorrowful and at time horrific.
