Chapter Two - The Town of Vallaki

Jul 30, 2026 6:40 am
Soon, the party is ready to depart from Barovia for Vallaki. The sun shines quite clearly behind the Mist, but still doesn't cut through. Father Donavich gives you a final blessing, and Andrej quickly leads his small caravan out. Besides Andrej and the party, there are five men with two small wagons. As you plod down the muddy road out of town, copses of unkind fir trees stretching out along both sides of the road, you notice a stranger who carries himself differently from the other men.
OOC:
@HueHueBr this is your character. Please introduce him how you like.
Jul 31, 2026 5:08 am
By this point in the journey the party has noticed that the lanky man walking along the edge of the road is being clearly avoided by the other members of the caravan. Rather than the hunter's greens and browns he wears patched leather traveling clothes beneath an equally worn coat of dark feathers. A weathered wooden staff rests in one hand, yet he carries neither hunting gear nor a merchant's pack. The man's features are noticeably sharper than those of the locals, while his skin is paler, taking on an almost corpse-like purple hue depending on the light. Despite this way his eyes constantly flit from one traveler to another and how he fidgets with the wolf-pelt hood pulled over his head while stealing glances at the newest outsiders to join the caravan suggest someone much younger than he first appears.

As a local, Shaelyn recognizes Irineu by the rumours, the allegedly cursed child of the reclusive couple who live on the outskirts of the village. For a long time now only the young man has been seen passing by for supplies and trade. The hermit couple themselves having vanished.

Eventually, Irineu decides to break the silence.
"So,why is the Burgomaster's daughter coming with us, together with newcomers?"
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Jul 31, 2026 5:30 pm
Shaelyn pulls her hood closer about her head and seeks to sink into its depths. She has heard of this individual, and to meet him in person frightens her more deeply than she cares to admit.
Jul 31, 2026 6:45 pm
Brother Martin nods at the young man who spoke. ‘We’re unfamiliar with this road, Sir Hunter- but well travelled, each in our own way. We’re grateful to find good people such as yourselves who know the way."

Of Ireena Martin says nothing- considering it her business to indulge the question if she sees fit.
Aug 1, 2026 6:38 am
With his bull’s mask in place Taniwha had been enjoying the freedom of not having his hood pulled over his head, his shoulders had seemed to relax and his stride a spring in it. He had noticed the figure on its own but part of the company, he reminded him of some of the orphans that he had run with on the streets. Dark and brooding. His experience had taught him that those who a group push slightly away, but still close were the ones to be afraid and wary of.

The Teifling had been in his own thoughts when Irineu spoke, pulling his thoughts back to the present. "I like the tittle ‘newcomer’ it is accurate. it seems to me that your lands need more of us. As for you. You look part of this land yet . . . very separate from it, so I’d ask the same, what brought you into the present company?"
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Aug 1, 2026 2:40 pm
Irineu's face begins to twist into a scowl, looking as though he's about to launch into a rant bafore catcheing himself. With a sigh he replies more sorrow than anger.
"This place doesn't need anyone. Cursed land hungers for new blood of outsiders. Some try to build a new life here among the locals."
He turns toward the masked traveler, gesturing at the caravan members while ignoring the conversation to show how that went.
"But the land seems to enjoy toying with hope in general. Just look at the dead marches at night . Its malice blankets all, poisoning everything attempted before taking it all away in the end."

He sighs and fiddles with the cap again.
"As for being here, the hunters are among the few who trade for supplies somewhat fairly with me. People who make a living braving gloomy woods tend to be more tolerant of an outsider's spawn who can see in the dark."
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Aug 2, 2026 1:16 am
’It seems we shall have to be wary- as outsiders ourselves. I am Brother Martin, what name do you answer to, Sir?" the cleric asks as he walks along. He takes a few seconds to introduce his other companions.

‘Do you know of the land those that sired you hail from? Our company comes each of us from some foreign land.’
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Aug 2, 2026 6:39 pm
"Mother's most believable claim was that she came from a city built inside a hollow torus atop a mountain, at maybe the center of the universe. Ended up here after walking through an empty doorframe."
He delivers with the driest tone.
"Confinement wore on her. Tall tales and strange jargon were her escape. Father's stories of hunting and bounty work along some coast were much more grounded, though he always made sure to curse his underground birthplace and family at least thrice in every retelling on how he abandoned them."

Genuine interest creeps into Irineu's voice.
"I'd like to hear your stories sometime. This dreary place produces precious few good ones."
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Aug 2, 2026 7:29 pm
OOC:
whoah- Sigil? My favorite setting ever.
’I came here somehow from The Young Kingdoms- a small stretch of map that was enslaved for millennia by Dragon Lords. Our kingdoms are new- our politics are.. experimental. Some good some absolute calamity. I am priest of Grome, Lord of Earth. Which means nothing, except- in the case that you fall, how would you prefer to be buried, friend?"
Aug 2, 2026 9:05 pm
OOC:
I will always use an opening to shill Planescape content.
The question makes him blink for the first time throughout the exchange.
"I never stopped to think there would be someone to perform last rites on my body."
Rather than answering immediately, Irineu takes a moment to think.
"Hmm. The idea of being buried in this soil doesn't really appeal to me. Truth be told, cremation would be ideal. But if you really were to bury me, make sure I can't be raised, and carve the name Irineu on something nearby."

He pauses for a moment, just remembering something.
"Oh, and remove the jawbone."
Aug 2, 2026 11:46 pm
OOC:
It’s the absolute best setting
Martin nods. ‘As you wish- all of us return to Grome, in one way or another.’
Aug 2, 2026 11:54 pm
Listening to the conversation had perked Taniwha’s interest, causing a natural gravitational pull towards the source. He almost shocked himself when he realised he had almost walked into Martin. Taking half a step away he joins in, maybe it was something in this traveller’s story that struck accord with him. "I grew up in a Shrine to Eldath, hidden in the Mountains. At the mention of this Goddess, Amalthea would notice slightly less venom than usual in his voice. But had moved to Mulmaster at a young age. Here while running with other street kids I was seeking shelter in a house, but as I stepped through the threshold I somehow ended up here."

Taniwha stops as though realising what was coming from his tongue, and is quiet again and falling into step.
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Aug 3, 2026 1:47 am
Amalthea touches her own face near her eyes when she hears Irineu talk about dislike for outsiders who can see in the dark. She was sure she saw dwarves in those dead marches mentioned. Was it really so strange to meet people with darkvision in this land?

Lost in thought, her attention returns back to the conversation as she hears Taniwha tell how he arrived. The goddess, Eldath, sounds like someone important and perhaps even comforting for him. She will have to consult more with her own god on who this Eldath was.

"Aye, well met. Please call me Amalthea. I believe I come from the same land as our masked friend here. I used to serve my clan as a paladin in the mountains, but circumstances led me to find my fortune abroad. I was lost in fog after camping and I ended up in this land. First, we were stranded in a cursed house and then we eventually made our way to the village of Barovia. It will be good to see more of the area. Do you know much about Vallaki?"
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Aug 3, 2026 3:05 am
"Shaelyn Marcovici, and I have heard of you, străin," Shaelyn says somewhat coolly, using the Barovian word for "outsider".
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Aug 3, 2026 4:37 pm
Irineu perks up at the mention of dragon lords, clearly wanting to hear more.

"The respectful thing to say would be that I hope they were saying kind things, Lady Marcovici, but let us not lie in front of new company. I have been told that people of faith, as they all seem to be, tend to look down on such things."
He says it with a resigned sigh, having endured similar exchanges before trying to deflect the conversation.

"I do not know Vallaki much deep, Amalthea and I suspect you are not asking which cuts of wolf meat they prefer. Hunter Tyminski, leading this party, would know far more about his hometown than I do."
Aug 3, 2026 5:30 pm
Martin strides forward, tall and lanky- but much older than the newcomer. ’Sir Irineu - An ecclesiastic I am- but My lord Grome judges neither the word nor deed of mortals… desiring only what we owe to the ground…. our bones. Please speak freely, without fear of reprisal- if you would. " he says mildly.
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Aug 4, 2026 9:16 pm
Ireena
Ireena shakes her head in wonder. "I don't understand much of what you're saying, but enough makes some sense to me. I have never heard of the faraway places you're describing, but I know that people from the strangest places have always turned up in Barovia, and one way or another they have found themselves looking to destroy the vampire." The hunters give the party wary, haunted glances, and Ireena lowers her voice to keep from frightening them.

"That accounts for the diverse numbers in the March, as you say. And as you say, sir Irineu, the best stories come from without this place." She rests her hand on her sword's hilt and regards Irineu closely. "Why am I coming with you to Vallaki? Same as anyone else here, I seek a life free of the vampire, and maybe even a way to tell him what I think of him."

Rolls

Random encounter check

Random encounter contents

Aug 6, 2026 1:31 am
About two miles down the road, you leave the clearing of the village for the darkness of the trees. A short stone bridge crosses the clear, cold River Ivlis, and then the scenery behind you is swallowed up by the trees again. Tyminski has sent two scouts ahead, and they are just now returning to the party. They report something to Tyminski, who then announces: "Weapons drawn, men. Strange traveler on the road. Might be nothing but a beggar, but we can never be too careful." The hunters draw their bows and daggers.

After covering another mile of forest road, the trees break and you come to a crossroads. An old wooden gallows creaks in a chill west wind, a frayed rope dancing in the wind. A worn signpost opposite the gallows points in three directions: BAROVIA VILLAGE to the east (the way you came), TSER POOL to the northwest, and RAVENLOFT/VALLAKI to the southwest.

At the foot of the gallows are a row of several unmarked graves with blank headstones. Two have been dug up and robbed, and it looks like the robber is still here. You see a figure in a ratty brown cloak, muttering and digging up the graves. He shakes his head, throwing bones and rusted jewelry over his shoulder. On the ground around him are several bundles of twigs like fetishes.

"It's just a man," Tyminski says in a hissing whisper. "Let's scare him off or cut him down and keep moving. Unless..." he turns to your party. "...our friends desire a word? Outsider to outsider?"
Aug 6, 2026 2:55 am
Taniwha relaxes his scan of the road ahead a little upon seeing the grave robber murmuring to themselves, he’d seen this practice before in the city he had spent the last couple of years hiding in. He leans over to Brother Martin, "This is more of your field, Martin. Happy to back you up though."

The Monk gives the stranger the once over looking to recognise any possibility of danger from the strange fellow.

Rolls

Perception - (1d20+7)

(17) + 7 = 24

Aug 7, 2026 2:10 am
When Tyminski announces the traveler ahead and the party starts to draw their weapons, Amalthea readies her shield and warhammer as well.

Once she sees the man in a ratty cloak, he really just looks more sad and desperate to her. But desperate men can do dangerous things and he was desecrating the final resting places of people who already had clearly suffered in life. She silently stands next to Taniwha, ready to follow and protect Brother Martin or whoever decides they want to speak to the man.

While waiting, she taps into her
[ +- ] Divine Sense
to stay alert.
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