Drakir’s Diary, 7.20.21

We made it to a town, filled with actual, living people.  The burgomaster from the note is dead, but we meet his son and adopted daughter, and agree to escort her out of the town of Barovia to a town more distant called Velaki.   After a few days rest, we set out.

Travel is Barovia is not safe, and we are attacked by undead, wolves, and other creatures.  The first night, we take refuge with the wandering people, and have a reading from their soothsayer.  The omens are mixed for all of us. 

We leave the camp in the morning, and travel another day, coming to an evil looking place, where we debate staying the night but decide we’d be better off travelling and camping in the open.  The night brings an attack by bats and wolves, which we fight off, and we head out before dawn, determined to reach Velaki before the next night.

I’ve not had time to record anything new as we have been travelling for some days.  However, something is nagging at me, something which has been slowly growing, and is now taking shape, and I felt I must record something about it.

The longer I am in this place, this place of darkness, mist and shadow, the stronger it seems I get. 

We arrived, and I was merely feeling an affinity to this place.  My vision, always better in darkness than my fully human relatives, not much changed.  In the last few days, however, it has gotten …  better.  I see further and deeper into darkness than I ever have before.  I seem to have an affinity with the dark now.  I can now summon some to help me, to cloak me and shield me from unfriendly eyes.  And I’ve found I can infuse my runeblade with the dark energy I’ve been granted, which will cause it to spread to those around my opponent.  I worry what this might mean to my brother, a devotee of the god of light, or to the followers of Sune, the goddess of beauty.

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