Tuesday, September 23, 2025

Chapter 31 — On The Roof (Actual Play, Curse of Strahd)

Iron & Gold, Curse of Strahd

Previous Chapter 30 To The Tsolenka Pass — Next Chapter 32 To The Temple

Being an actual play of Curse of Strahd, using Precis Intermedia Games’ Iron & Gold, with Mythic as the GM.

31 - On The Roof[1]

A squeal woke Uthrilir, followed by a loud noise of wind and a blast of cold air.

“Dwarven Uthrilir, awake!” It was a woman speaking but not Hrelgi or Ezmerelda. Uthrilir reached over to wake Hrelgi but she did not respond to his touch. He checked: she was just sleeping, but he could not rouse her.

“Come to us, come to us!” It was another female voice. The voices were coming from the roof.

He had an inkling that it was not good — perhaps knowledge from the Maiden — and so he took time to put on his armor and boots. He checked his other companions.

All were asleep. None of them would wake.

“Hurry, dwarf,” came a third voice. “For your friends. You do not want us to make it cold enough for us to come to you.”

The trapdoor at the top of the ladder was open.[2] There was no rope to pull it closed, so Uthrilir was forced to go up the ladder to reach it.

“Come out, dwarf,” said a third voice.

Uthrilir looked out the open trapdoor. There were two forms there, white and indistinct in the gusts of snow, but both women. He had heard three voices, however.

“Do no harm to my friends and I will come out and talk to you.”

“Yes, yes,” said one of the forms, the one with the midnight hair. “We will not harm you while we talk.”

“You promise for all of you?” Uthrilir said. Ninefingers’ agreement with Strahd was in his mind.

“All of us. While we talk.”

Uthrilir looked down at the others, and then climbed out. He could feel the weight of the cursed ring on the chain around his neck; in his pouch were both his symbol of the Maiden and the holy symbol they had retrieved from Baba Lysaga’s hut. It worked against vampires but would it work against these things, whatever they were?

He checked the back of the trapdoor: a handle was riveted there. So he let it slowly and loudly down, and then he spotted the third maiden, as far from him as possible on the roof. Uthrilir moved so that he could see all three of them.

“What do you want?” Uthrilir asked.

“The gift you bear. The ring.”

“I cannot give that to you.”

“You cannot tap its powers.”

Uthrilir said, “That is why I carry it. If that is all, I will return to my friends.”

“Give us the ring!”

“I cannot.”

“Cannot or will not?”

“The ring is mine until it is destroyed.”

“Or you. To get the ring we must destroy you.”

“Better things than you have tried.”

“You are defenseless against us, and a hundred paces in the air.”

“You cannot even approach me; the power of the Maiden protects me. Good night.”[3] He reached for the handle on the trapdoor, and the one who had been speaking surged toward him.[4] He stepped out of the way and hit it with his mace.[5]

Hitting the thing had no discernible effect. Uthrilir prayed that the Maiden would make his mace more effective.[6]

He spun and hit the maiden again[7]; the woman splashed apart, as if made of snow.

Uthrilir grinned. One down, and he felt the blood lust of the ring coming on him. A second maiden rushed him[8] and hit him, with a touch so cold it froze his skin where it touched.[9] It touched him on his defensive arm; Uthrilir managed to swing with his other arm, and smashed apart this one.

The other could not move, and Uthrilir recklessly said, “I beseech the Maiden to let you approach.”[10]

A look of relief came over the woman’s face, and that was quickly replaced by hunger. She glided forward, eagerly grabbing for Uthrilir.[11] He sidestepped and swung his mace,[12] hitting her. She flew apart.

Exultant, Uthrilir hooted in victory, and as he stood there, the cold beginning to seep into his bones, he suddenly realized how close he had come to being killed, up here and alone.

He fell to his knees on the trapdoor and prayed for the forgiveness of the Maiden.

Some time later, he could ignore the cold no longer, and he pulled the trapdoor up. It squealed again and this time it woke Ninefingers, who jerked awake, on his bedroll.

“What is it?” Ninefingers asked.

“Minions of Strahd,” Uthrilir assured him. “All handled.”

“You sure?” The goblin watched him as he descended the ladder.

“Yes.”

“Let me look at you, make sure you’re not charmed.”

“Of course. In the meantime, I am hurt and must rest.”

“Can the Maiden not help you?” Ninefingers asked while looking into Uthrilir’s eyes for signs of mental control.

“I have not asked her. I am ashamed to do so.” In a lower voice, he said, “I lost control.”

“The relic?” Uthrilir nodded. “Show me your neck.”

“They didn’t bite me.”

“Which is what a charmed person would say. Come on.” Uthrilir took off his byrnie and showed Ninefingers his neck. Ninefingers said, “Hard to see with the beard but this side seems fine. Now let me see your hurt.” Uthrilir pulled up his sleeve and showed the patch of frostbite on his arm. He showed Ninefingers how he could not move his hand properly.

“I don’t know that kind of wound but maybe Hrelgi can help.” The goblin shivered. “Opening that trapdoor made it cold. She could heat up the hearth again.”

“Cold is not our friend,” agreed Uthrilir. “I will not ask her; I deserve the wound for lacking the self-control and dishonouring the Maiden by rejecting the gift of her protection.”

The goblin looked at him, and then said, “If we were in a town, a tavern or an inn, I’d agree with you and let you suffer until you felt like it was enough. But it will take a week or more for you to heal from that, if you ever do without magic, and you’re not alone. We depend on you. We’re not resting; we’re going into a dangerous place. Strahd is trying to kill us. Why give him a head start? Do penance afterward.”

“Then it won’t be penance. If we accept punishment only when it is convenient…”

“Sure, but we depend on you, too.”

“I will think about it.”

“Do that.” The goblin moved his bedroll so it was right next to Felewin, and laid against the big man, and then heaped his fur over himself. He stopped talking, whether he went to sleep or not, and left Uthrilir with his thoughts.

Previous Chapter 30 To The Tsolenka Pass — Next Chapter 32 To The Temple

Monsters

Snow Maiden

AbilitiesFitness 2 Awareness 3 Creativity 0 Reasoning 1 Influence 0
SkillsBrawling 7 (≤9), Composure 2
GimmicksCreate cold, Life Drain, Night Vision, Shadowy Form, Undead, Vulnerability [Heat, Divine magic], Resistance[non-magic attacks], Supernatural Healing, Tranquilizing[magic, complex], Vulnerability [Divine magic and weapons] That is, if Uthrilir casts a blessing on his mace, it will do double damage.

[1] Mythic suggested theme: Struggle Misfortune (Move Toward A Thread)

[2] I give Uthrilir a couple of free uses of clerical powers every “session.” This is one of them: he gets a free use of Purity so monsters like the Snow Maidens cannot come close to him without making an Awareness+Composure roll of 4. Snow Maidens have an Awareness of 3 and a Composure of 2. There are 3 (1d6) of them); none of them roll 5 or less (7, 8, 12).

[3] The two who didn’t roll a calamity try again, rolling a 4 and a 7 to approach him. The 4 succeeds, so one rushes him.

[4] It rolls a 10 to hit him, margin -1, and he defends, rolling a 4, margin 5.

[5] Uthrilir rolls a 5 to hit, margin 4, and the snow maiden rolls a 5 also, margin 4. Uthrilir hits. It has no armor, so he does (3 inj)/2, or one level of damage. Iron & Gold has nothing for good divine entities causing damage, so I’m going to use Blessing/Intervention.

[6] Uthrilir rolls 7, margin 2, which meets difficulty 2. The 1d6 roll is 4, so his mace is a magic mace for the next 4 hits.

[7] Uthrilir rolls 5, margin 5; the maiden rolls 5, margin 4. Now it’s a divine mace, so the thing takes 6 levels of damage, and is immediately dispatched.

[8] The snow maiden rolls a 4, margin 5; Uthrilir rolls a 6, margin 4. He is hit, and the life drain takes one level of health.

[9] Reactions: Uthrilir has 11, snow maiden has 7. Uthrilir rolls a 6 to hit (margin 4), and the snow maiden rolls a 9 (margin 0). Uthrilir hits, and again, 6 is more than enough.

[10] Oh, this is probably a bad idea.

[11] Snow maiden rolls a 5 to hit, which is a margin of 4; Uthrilir rolls a 5 to block,which is a margin of 5.

[12] Uthrilir rolls a 5, margin of 5; snow maiden rolls a 7, margin of 2…and blah.

Sunday, September 21, 2025

Chapter 30 — To The Tsolenka Pass (Curse of Strahd, Actual Play)

Iron & Gold, Curse of Strahd

Previous Chapter 29 The Undercroft — Next Chapter 31 On The Roof

Being an actual play of Curse of Strahd, using Precis Intermedia Games’ Iron & Gold, with Mythic as the GM.

30 - To The Tsolenka Pass[1]

Kasimir had only three mugs and not enough seating, so backpacks were opened for mugs, and Felewin, Ninefingers, and Uthrilir sat on the floor.

“You have created quite a stir,” said Kasimir. “The cards foretold there would be a conflict today for Luvash, and I see now that he must choose between obeying Strahd and protecting the woman who saved his daughter.” He shook his head. “Hrelgi, you will lose that choice.”

“Aww,” said Hrelgi.

Kasimir shrugged. “Arabelle is already saved, and Strahd is a future threat.” Hrelgi nodded.

“We must be on our way,”said Felewin. “To be truthful, I hoped that you would not be in and we could just rend to somewhere near the tower that Ezmerelda knows of, to get the final weapon.”

“You once promised me you would help me on my quest,” said Kasimir.

“And I still intend to keep that promise,” said Felewin.

“I am calling it due, now,” said Kasimir.

“But…” started Felewin.

“I do not think you will be alive in a week’s time. If I am to have your help, it must be now.”

“What if we split up?” Ezmerelda asked. “I get the thing, and we meet up?”

“No,” said Uthrilir. “You haven’t found it yet, and we will need everyone to look.”

“We can’t get to the place quickly,” Felewin said. “This trick of hers, it only works in returning to places she has been.”

Kasimir nodded. “I know. It is not my magic but I know of it. No, I have procured horses and warm clothes for us. We will go to the place I know of, I will complete my task, and you will learn more of Strahd’s power. Then you can have the horses to get to the tower.”

“We could use horses,” Felewin said.

“I hate horses,” said Uthrilir. “You got me on those foul-tempered monstrosities once, and never again! Why can’t we take a wagon?”

Kasimir shook his head. “Wagons are too slow, and we need to cross a mountain pass and its untended road. It might not be possible for a wagon to travel it.”

“Mountain pass?” Uthrilir said. Kasimir nodded. “Mountains are good. I like mountains. Still hate horses, though.”

Kasimir asked, “How many of you can ride?” Felewin and Ezmerelda admitted that they could. “We’ll have to double up, one non-rider for each rider. That will slow us some, and it will take longer.”

“Can we take six horses, and swap tired for fresh?” Felewin asked.

“No,” Kasimir said. “I am part of this tribe, but there are limits to what I can request.”

Felewin accepted that with a shrug. “When do we go?”

“Now,” said Kasimir. “We must be gone before Rahadin arrives with new orders for Luvash.”

“How long will it take to get ready?”

“Minutes. The horses are loaded and out back.” Kasimir smiled. “You are not the only ones who can have your cards read.”

“Horses?” Uthrilir said. He shook his head.

“You’re getting better at riding,” Felewin assured him.

“I don’t want to get better,” the dwarf said. “I want never to ride a horse again.”

Felewin clapped him on the shoulder. “I am sure that horses do not want you riding them. Let us be off.”

Hrelgi rode with Ezmerelda; Ninefingers rode with Felewin; and Uthrilir rode with Kasimir. They left quickly and took a roundabout route to the road; then they pushed the horses to a gallop for a small bit of time. To keep the horses from exhaustion, they alternated walking with running.

Despite the risk, Felewin had his crossbow loaded and winched.

At one point, just after slowing the horses to a walk but still on the Old Svalich Road, there was a howl, and they spotted a huge bear— no, it was a wolf. A wolf the size of a bear.

The wolf stepped onto the road. Kasimir pulled his horse to a stop. “We must kill it; otherwise it will let Strahd know.”

An answering howl came from the forest on the side of the road.

“Kill them,” Felewin said.

“If there are more than two, we run,” said Ninefingers.

“We can’t outrun them, two to a horse like this. I don’t even know if Oxblood here could outrun them without you; I’m kind of heavy, and Oxblood isn’t a Jaegrash mare.” Felewin fired the crossbow.[2] The dire wolf roared in pain.

Hrelgi said, “Let me find the page!”

The dire wolf charged, and Felewin’s mount[3] bolted. Kasimir cursed while holding his horse and said, “Uthrilir! What can you do?”

The dwarf began to pray.[4] Kasimir used a spell he had prepared, and stopped the dire wolf’s heart.

The beast stumbled as it ran and skidded on the gravel road, finally coming to a stop a dozen paces from Kasimir’s horse.

Felewin rode back, having regained control of his panicky mount, and said, “Very good work. The other one?”

“Still out there.”

Ezmerelda managed to bring her horse around, too. “We can’t kill it if we can’t find it. Let’s keep going.”

“It will follow us,” Felewin said. “It will follow us and report on our whereabouts.” He dismounted and retrieved his bolt from the dead wolf, then looked at it critically. He cleaned it on the wolf’s fur and reloaded the crossbow.

“Pity we have to abandon it. There’s food for five on that beast,” said Kasimir.

“Let scavengers have it,” Ninefingers said. “If they’re busy here, they’re not following us. Felewin, get back on the horse.”

“Just a moment.” Felewin looked for the other dire wolf, a difficult task with the mist.[5] He pointed the crossbow into the woods.

“If I can’t see it, a human can’t see—” said Kasimir when Felewin fired[6], followed by a roar of pain from the woods.

Hrelgi said, “I have the spell to kill the beast.[7]” There was a sound of cracking branches as this dire wolf lunged out of the trees and Hrelgi made her incantation.

The second one fell dead at the side of the road, falling on the crossbow bolt.

“Well, not going to use that bolt again,” said Felewin. He calmed his horse and then swung up. “Now we can go.”

They didn’t see anything else for hours, except for a raven that Ninefingers occasionally spotted.

Before getting as far as Krezk, they turned left down a road the group had ignored on their earlier trip. Ezmerelda pulled up beside Felewin to say, “The tower is up a trail in the opposite direction. The trail was once a road, but is now overgrown.”

Felewin nodded and stored the information away.

The road climbed steadily: not incessantly, but they were headed up, and it got colder. The woods gave way to mountainside. Snow started to fall. They stopped once to put an extra layer of clothes under their cloaks: even at noon, the wind cut them cruelly. Kasimir seemed unbothered, but the five others clutched their cloaks tighter.

Snow and mist swirled about them as they headed up the road. There were potholes and washed out sections large enough that a cart or wagon would have had serious trouble, and the horses took more encouragement to resume after each break. There was very little dried grass by the one side of the road for them, and by this point the other side was a steep drop.

Kasimir said, “There, in the distance! The Tsolenka pass!”

Their present spot was slightly higher, dipped down below, and then rose to a gate, across the road. Behind the gate were two towers, clinging to the cliff side, and then another gate, and then a bridge over a deep chasm. The towers were old and stone, with weather-beaten white knights carved in huge statues, and clad in golden metal.

“We will shelter in the bottom floors of the tower; do not go to the top, for there are monsters there. They will not come down to the bottom, though, unless you do something foolish.”

“You know, like spending the night,” muttered Ninefingers so that only Felewin could hear him.

“We’ll post a watch,” Felewin told him. “You and Uthrilir can see in the dark.”

“Great,” said Ninefingers, and huddled closer to the big man.[8]

By the bottom of the dip in the road, Felewin spotted something in the mist and snow. A giant goat was charging down the hillside. Felewin stopped his horse and went, “Huh,” and Ezmerelda cried, “A giant goat!” as she pulled her horse to a stop.[9] The ram hit Kasimir’s horse, and the dwarf and the elf fell off; Kasimir managed to catch himself, but Uthrilir rolled right off the edge of the road.

Hrelgi shrieked.

Kasimir’s horse scrambled to the mountainside and got a few steps up; the ram circled around to charge Kasimir again.

Felewin loosed a bolt at the beast, more to scare it away than to kill it.[10]

Felewin’s bolt sank into the beast’s eye, into its brain. It stood still, not dead but not sure if it were alive. Ninefingers bounced off Oxblood and ran to look over the edge of the road. “I see him!” the goblin yelled.

“I’m busy!” Felewin shouted. He was reloading the crossbow.

Ezmerelda cursed in the Vistani tongue and threw her axe at the goat.[11] The axe caught it in the mouth and sank deep.

The goat made up its mind: It was dead. It crumpled slowly to the ground.

Kasimir got up. “That is the monster of the mountains! They call it Bloodhorn.”

“Uthrilir! Hold on!” Hrelgi shouted.

From below them on the mountainside, they distantly heard, “Have to!”

Felewin abandoned recranking the crossbow and guided Oxblood to closer to the edge. Ezmerelda retrieved her axe and the bolt.

“Hrelgi, can you see him?” Ninefingers asked.

“Yes!”

“Can you get him magically?”

“I think he’s too far away,” she said. “Let me think.”

Felewin dismounted and looked down over the edge. Uthrilir had found handholds a hundred paces down the side of the mountain.

“We haven’t got enough rope,” Ninefingers said. “The rope I have is half that length.”

A gust of wind and snow swirled around them. “He’ll never last the night,” Felewin said. “We could send the rope to him but there’s not enough of it. Hrelgi could teleport him if he were closer, but he’s not.”

Hrelgi made a disgusted sound. Kasimir said, “Can you not teleport him up?”

Hrelgi shook her head. “Only between places I’ve been. And even if I had been down there, I’m not good enough at that magic. I mean, if I’m lucky I can do it but this is Uthrilir we’re talking about. I can’t take the chance.”

“If only the rope were longer,” Ninefingers said.

Hrelgi brightened. “Say, twice as long?”

“While we’re wishing, three times.”

“Right, we don’t want it too short. Ezmerelda, do you know fabrica motus?”

Ezmerelda shook her head. “Sensus and materia.”

“Gah. I might be able to, but I already have to cast twice and I can’t hold it… Kasimir?”

The other elf slowly nodded. “I am more used to the latency effect, but yes. I can use motus.”

“Hold on, Uthie,” Hrelgi called. “Felewin, here, tie this rock to the end of this rope. We need it secure so that Uthie can hold on.”

“Sure, but the rope isn’t long enough.”

“Now, sure. Ideally he can put his feet on it and hold on to the rope.”

Felewin took the rock and the rope, and tied the rock.

“Kasimir and I are going to work together on this,” said Hrelgi. “First, I make the rope three times as large. Then, Kasimir propels the rock to Uthrilir. Uthie will have a few seconds to grab the rope and get on. At that point, I stop enlarging the rope, because that’s going to happen anyway, and Uthrilir gets pulled up as the rope shrinks. Then Felewin pulls him the rest of the way.”

Kasimir shook his head. “It will require successful magic and planning.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” Hrelgi said. “And we have to get him off that mountainside. Unless you have enough rope.”

“I do not. Let me prepare my spell.”

“My hands are giving out. Now would be good,” came from down the mountainside.

“Ready?” asked Hrelgi.

Kasimir positioned himself so that “away” from him was “toward Uthrilir” and nodded.[12]

Hrelgi cast the spell and suddenly the rope was three times the original length; Kasimir said a second spell and the rock flew away from him, trailing rope behind it.

The stone shot past Uthrilir and it fell so that the rope was within reach. The dwarf reached out and grabbed it, then held on tightly, wrapping his legs around it too.

Felewin started to move, to haul him up, but Hrelgi said, “Not yet. Hold on very very tightly, Uthie! I’m letting it shrink again!”

The rope got thinner and shorter; the stone rose and hit Uthrilir on the backs of his thighs, and Felewin grunted at the sudden weight of the dwarf.

A moment later, Uthrilir had been pulled fifty paces up the side of the mountain, bouncing against rock and brush as the rope returned to its original size.

Hrelgi looked down at him, waited one more heartbeat, and then said, “Now you can pull him up.[13]

“Why didn’t you just, what did you call it, motus him up?” Ninefingers asked.

“Don’t know if I can get him at this range and, you remember when I used motus in the Ironwood canyon? I don’t want to get hit by a flying dwarf again, and I don’t want to him to hit me and then fall back down; his arms are already tired.”

Ninefingers nodded.

It was not easy, but Felewin was big and strong. When Uthrilir reached the top, Kasimir and Hrelgi helped the dwarf onto the side of the road.

Uthrilir just lay there for a minute. “You know,” he said, “you swing a mace all day, you fight, you think your arms are in pretty good shape. And then you have to cling for your life to the side of a mountain, and you realize you are not as strong as you thought.”

“You’re here, you’re safe,” said Hrelgi. She helped Uthrilir get up and get on Kasimir’s horse.

Kasimir looked at the sky, which was a darker grey than it had been. “We must hurry. A storm is coming.”

Felewin hadn’t got back on his horse yet; he was tying the dead goat so his horse could drag it close behind. “Waste of good meat if we don’t take it,” he explained. “Goat for dinner.”

Ninefingers said, “Great. Kasimir, I couldn’t help but notice that the gate has a portcullis and a wall of green flame. Got a plan?”

“No, but she does,” Kasimir said. Ninefingers couldn’t tell whether the elf was indicating Ezmerelda or Hrelgi.

Ezmerelda turned to get Hrelgi in the corner of her vision. “Must be you. It’s all new to me.”

Hrelgi said, “Give me a minute.” She started looking through her grimoire, and then said a spell. She examined the results, which were only visible to her. “Okay. The flames are magical, and I think I can stop them for a moment. However I can’t stop the flames and raise the portcullis.”

“That should be easy,” said Kasimir. “I am told that if we approach the portcullis, it will rise. The flame is the difficult thing.”

“How long does the portcullis stay up?” Felewin asked.

“Not long.”

“And how long can you suppress the fire, Hrelgi?”

Hrelgi studied the portcullis. “Less than not long.”

Felewin said, “Then I guess Hrelgi should be ready before we approach the portcullis, and all of us should be ready to gallop once Hrelgi tells us to.”

“I need to be close to make it easier.” Hrelgi found the right parts of the spell in her grimoire and read them over. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Felewin urged his horse closer to the gate. The others followed. He could hear the crackle of the flames behind the portcullis. Nothing happened.

“Your information might have been incorrect,” Felewin said.

Annoyed, Kasimir rode right to the portcullis. With a terrible screech, the portcullis rose up, revealing the wall of flames.

“Okay,” said Hrelgi over the fire, and she pronounced the spell.[14]

The flames vanished. Everyone dashed through; in a moment, the portcullis shut and the flames reappeared.

“I don’t feel much heat off those flames,” said Ninefingers. “Is it maybe an illusion?”

“Put your arm in and check,” suggested Kasimir.

Ninefingers retorted, “Doesn’t need to be hot to kill you. A giant boulder isn’t hot, but it’s still lethal.”

Kasimir laughed. “I agree.”

Felewin took a moment to set the giant goat draining, over the edge off the mountain.

The next obstacle was the tower door. It was made of wood, bound with iron, and barred from the inside. Ninefingers said, “No keyhole.”

Felewin joined them. He said, “Might be occupied,” and knocked.

Nothing happened.

Felewin said, “Well, that’s the design of a watchtower. Always occupied.”

“Why is it barred from the inside? Did they die inside?” asked Ninefingers. “We get in, we need to be on guard.”

“Think there’s a route down, through the roof?” Uthrilir asked.

“Maybe,” said Ninefingers.

Felewin asked Kasimir, “Sure this tower isn’t used?”

“Not since Strahd conquered this land,” the elf replied. Unlike everyone else, he did not seem bothered by the cold or the wind.

“Centuries old wood, then, and untended,” said Felewin. “Let’s give this a try.”[15]

From the hinges, Felewin knew it opened out. He looked for places to grab. The handle was iron and solidly riveted; he found purchase in the iron banding. He pulled carefully, because the intent was to break the bar and not the door itself.

Felewin heaved, hard, groaning with the effort and feeling like something would burst…but eventually the wooden bar inside splintered. The door gave way enough that Ninefingers could reach in and push the bar out of the way.

Kasimir said, “I hope you are never mad at me.”

Ninefingers said, “You wouldn’t like it.”

“Shall we?” Felewin said. “The storm is about to hit.”

The room inside was bare; there was a cold hearth opposite the door, with wind howling down the chimney, like voices. To the right was a stone staircase, leading up. The walls had three windows looking out on the dark mist.

“Do we have wood for that fireplace?” Ninefingers asked.

“Only if Kasimir packed some,” said Felewin.

“I did not,” said Kasimir. “Barley for the horses, but not firewood.”

“Will the horses be okay?” Hrelgi asked.

“Maybe,” said Felewin. “Not enough room here for four horses and six people. Ninefingers, look upstairs and see what’s there.”

Ninefingers was already on the stairs.

Uthrilir said, “Hrelgi, can you heat the hearthstones?”

She replied, “Easily. Can we bring the horses in?”

“If Ninefingers says the upstairs is safe, they can stay down here and we can sleep up there,” said Felewin. “Downstairs will be smelly, anyway.”

“Horses?” Kasimir asked.

“And I’m going to scrape and cure that goat hide. It’s furry and it’s better than nothing.”

“I packed cold weather gear for everyone but Ezmerelda,” said Kasimir. “I did not expect her.”

“She deserves to be warm, too.”

Ninefingers came down. “Frigid but safe. Has its own fireplace. There’s a trapdoor to the roof.”

“Does the door open?”

“Can’t tell; ladder rungs are too far apart for me to climb.”

Felewin nodded. “Hrelgi, if you’ll please heat the two hearthstones, things might get more bearable here. I’ll bring in the horses and unload them.[16]

Kasimir and Uthrilir both volunteered to help; they hauled the unloaded bags upstairs. Felewin got the horses free of tack and saddles and bags, and then rubbed them down and checked their hooves. Kasimir came down with barley for them; the two put the bar back in place — there was enough still to keep the door from opening, but you had to place it very carefully — and then went upstairs.

Felewin skinned the goat and cut meat for everyone, including strips he hoped he could dry, even with the meager resources for a drying rack and no smoke. After they ate,[17] he sat downstairs, scraped the hide, cured it, which took him until late. He figured out a way to hang the hide for the night, which wasn’t as good as stretching it, but it was all he had.

He went outside, kicked the carcass over the mountain edge, and washed his hands with snow, then went back inside and up to the second floor.

Hrelgi had heated up the fireplace rocks so much that no one wanted to cover up. They lay there on their bedrolls. Hrelgi shuttered the lantern and they listened to the wind.

Ninefingers said, “I don’t mean to get your hopes up, Felewin, but Ireena might not be dead.”

Felewin stopped adjusting his bedroll. “Go on.”

“The Abbot was there, and he has some kind of powers.”

“He is a fallen angel,” said Uthrilir. The others turned to look at him. “The look is unmistakable once you know the signs. He disguises himself well.”

“So he has magic abilities?”

“Oh, yes,” said Uthrilir. “Much greater than any we have seen.”

Hrelgi said, “I beg your pardon.”

“You are powerful, my dear, but he is on a different plane of power. He reanimates corpses easily. He wears his illusion of humanity all day every day.”

“Could he create a rend?” Ninefingers asked.

“I do not know, but I suspect he could.”

“We have only the word of eyewitnesses who were there at the same time as the Abbot that Ireena was taken to heaven,” said Ninefingers. “It is possible that the entire taken-to-heaven story is just a story, an illusion the Abbot created. Ireena stepped into the pool—or rather, into a rend—and was sent…somewhere.”

Felewin asked, “Where?”

“I cannot say,” said Ninefingers. “I do not even know if that happened, but it’s possible.” He yipped a small laugh. “As you say, I see tricks everywhere, and this could be a trick.”

“I doubt it,” said Uthrilir. “That is not something done by an angel, even a fallen one.”

“As do I,” said Felewin, “but thank you for the thought, Ninefingers.”

There was silence, and finally Ezmerelda said, “Kasimir, what are you looking for?”

There was a long pause, and finally Kasimir said, “The Amber Temple is where Strahd made his deal with dark powers. I believe there is something there that will restore my sister to life.”

“Your sister, who has been dead for centuries?” Ezmerelda asked.

“Yes.” Before she could speak again, Kasimir said, “I have lived for centuries[18] with the knowledge that I am the cause of my sister’s death, and that I am the reason that there are no female dusk elves. I cannot atone for the latter, but perhaps I can bring my sister back to life.”

“And the other elves are okay with this?” asked Uthrilir. “They lost daughters, mothers, and wives.”

“My sister is the only one I can bring back without Strahd slaughtering her again.” They heard a sigh in the darkness. “It is all I can do.”

Felewin thought, If the cause of my suffering were resurrected and the loved ones I had lost were not, I might be resentful. Good that the elves are not humans, I suppose.

Felewin made a note to ask Hrelgi when Kasimir was not around, and went to sleep.

Previous Chapter 29 29 The Undercroft — Next Chapter 31 On The Roof


Monsters

Dire Wolf

AbilitiesFitness 4 Awareness 4 Creativity 0 Reasoning 0 Influence 0
SkillsAthletics 4 (≤8), Brawling 4 (≤8), Survival ≤5, Tracking 5 (≤9)
Gimmicks

Sangzor, the Giant Goat

AbilitiesFitness 3 Awareness 3 Creativity 0 Reasoning 0 Influence 0
SkillsBrawling 5 (≤8), Survival 6 (≤6)
GimmicksMusclebound, Natural Weapons (Ramming +1 fat, total damage 3 fat), Sure Footed

Game Mechanics

[1] Mythic suggested theme: Increase News (close a thread)

[2] Felewin has 10 riding and 11 archery, so she rolls against riding. Felewin rolls a 6, margin of 4, difficulty -2 (short range but it’s oversized). Its armor does not help it, so it takes 3 levels of damage.

[3] Horse has no composure, so let’s try just Fitness, a Difficulty 4 task. Nope, that’s an 8; fails. The other horses roll a 3 (so Kasimir’s horse stays) and a 7. Felewin makes his Animal Handling roll by a margin of 2, so he’ll be back in a turn.

[4] We use one of Uthrilir’s freebie endowments: he rolls intervention, so four (I rolled) tasks will each get 1d6 added to the skill level. Kasimir uses one of his memorized spells, F. Materia: he rolls 6, but his skill level is now 3 higher, so he makes it and removes 3 health levels: the first dire wolf is dead.

[5] Second intervention is on Tracking: Felewin’s skill is now 5 higher, which is good because the mist makes it difficulty 2. Felewin rolls a 6, margin of 6, so he knows where the second dire wolf is.

[6] Felewin rolls a 5, for a margin of 5, easily enough for a partly-hidden beast. The last two interference additions go to avoiding the armored bits. The second dire wolf now has 3 injury levels.

[7] Hrelgi rolls a 2, triumph, so that dire wolf is dead.

[8] Do any of them see Sangzor? He’s got Stealth but only gets margin -1 on his Stealth roll. I’m going to say that makes him Difficulty 2 to see. Everyone’s Awareness is high enough to see him if we did this as an automatic thing, but we’re not going to. Instead, we’ll use Survival for the three riders: Felewin, Ezmerelda, and Kasimir. Felewin rolls a 5, Ezmerelda rolls a 5, Kasimir rolls a 10. That’s margin of 3 for Felewin, margin of 3 for Ezmerelda, and margin of -4 for Kasimir, which tells you who he’s going to attack.

[9] Sangzor rolls a 6, making his regular Brawling by 1 and his “two people on a slow horse who didn’t see me” by 3. He hits the horse and knocks it sideways. The horse rolls a 3, so it does not fall down or over the edge, but Uthrilir has no Riding skill and rolls an 11 (margin -7, not a calamity, but bad). Kasimir rolls a 10 (margin -3). He is knocked off the horse; Uthrillir is knocked off the ledge.

[10] And what does Felewin roll? A 2. Triumph. So we’ll double the damage and check the armor. Two stopped by the armor and four let through. The ram is badly, badly hurt…and it rolls 11 on its composure, so it fails that by a margin of -2 (musclebound helps here because it’s a toughness thing).

[11] Ezmerelda rolls a 6, giving her a margin of 3 (it’s oversized), and none of the armor activates, so the beast takes another 2 health levels, and is dead.

[12] Hrelgi rolls an 8 on ge, a 4 on R+C, and then a 6 on materia, and another 6 on R+c. Kasimir rolls a 7 (margin 0) on motus, but he doesn’t have composure, so he fails the R+C roll by 4, rolling a 7. So he collects 1 Fatigue.

[13] Felewin rolls a 6 on his Athletics+Fitness roll, margin 4. Let’s say that Uthrilir collects 2 Fat damage from the trip; armor protects him from 1 of those.

[14] Even close up, it’s going to be difficulty 4. Hrelgi will do it as a prostrated task to reduce it to difficulty 2, but that still requires her to roll a 7 or less. Hrelgi rolls a 7, and makes a margin of 2, which meets the difficulty of 2. She (and I) always forgets about F. Ge and magical range, but she doesn’t want to roll twice.

[15] Difficulty 5. Felewin will make a prostrated task to make it Difficulty 3; his Fit+Athletics is 10, and he rolls a 7, margin of 3 just matching the difficulty.

[16] No point in rolling; Hrelgi can just re-try until she gets them.

[17] Felewin rolled a 4 on Survival, which we’re using for the hide first; it will be acceptable (though not tanned or softened). He rolls 6 (margin 2) dinner, so everything is cooked even though it’s a difficulty 2 meal.

[18] My elves live longer than standard Iron & Gold elves.

Saturday, September 20, 2025

Chapter 29 —The Undercroft (Curse of Strahd, Actual Play)

Iron & Gold, Curse of Strahd

Previous Chapter 28 - Hunted! — Next Chapter 30 - To The Tsolenka Pass

29 - The Undercroft[1]

Hrelgi’s rend opened in the church, just inside the front doors. The church was damp and dark and silent. They could not hear Donavich weeping or Doru yelling.

“Asleep?” whispered Ninefingers.

“I hope,” replied Uthrilir quietly.[2]

“In we go,” said Felewin.

Ninefingers stealthily opened the door on the left and peered around. He shook his head. Ezmerelda, who had been second-last to come through (before Hrelgi) slowly opened the door to the right. She looked back at the others and shrugged.

Ninefingers silently pushed past her.

The room was a moldy mess. The ceiling had holes; the shingles from around the holes sat in puddles of water. Unlike the other room, there was no bed and no holy sunburst on the wall. Amid the detritus, in one corner of the floor was a heavy wooden trapdoor secured by a chain and padlock.

“There,” he breathed.

“We don’t have a key,” whispered Hrelgi.

“Give me a moment,” Ninefingers said.

Uthrilir said, “Plan. Ninefingers first because he can see in the dark. Hrelgi shines the light down, Felewin next, then me. Ezmerelda and Hrelgi stay up here, ready to shut the door if all goes wrong.”

Ezmerelda nodded; Hrelgi said, “No.”

“We don’t have a choice, Hrelgi,” Uthrilir said. “You are our protection, our insurance.”

“Nothing will go wrong,” she said. “I insist.”

Uthrilir managed to smile.[3] “I will tell the vampire that you insist.”

“Got it,” murmured Ninefingers. He quietly[4] lifted the chain through the hasp. Ezmerelda closed the door to the hallway, and Felewin[5] raised the trapdoor so that Ninefingers could go down. There was a wooden staircase under the trapdoor, and Ninefingers[6] quietly descended the stairs, his sword drawn and a flask of holy water in the other hand.

The basement was roughly a T shape, about forty Ninefingers’ paces across the narrow part, more at the other end — maybe twice as big. The walls were wood and stone, a foundation set into the clay-like earth, and the various posts that held up the wooden floor were bowed and rotting. In one corner, the farthest from the staircase that could be, was a gaunt figure, hunched in the corner. Ninefingers could just make out its sibilant “I can smell your blood.”

Light splashed behind him as he stepped off the staircase, and Felewin started down. Felewin was not silent at all, though he was trying to be quiet.[7]

“That’s tastier,” came the second comment from the corner.

Felewin stayed near the staircase and the light.

Uthrilir came down the stairs, his body casting huge shadows at the top of the stairs that got smaller as he got down the stairs.

They heard “What are you doing here?” from the room above.

“Father,” cried Doru as he scuttled along the ceiling.

The trapdoor fell shut, cutting off the light from upstairs.

#

Upstairs, the hallway door was forced open, despite Ezmerelda trying to hold it shut. Donavich said, “What are you doing here?”

Hrelgi said, “We’re—” but Donavich attacked[8], shoving the door aside as he leapt for Hrelgi. Hrelgi dodged but dropped the door.[9] The glow from her lantern revealed that Donavich was not a distraught father, but a vampire.

Hrelgi looked for the spell she wanted; Ezmerelda[10] smashed a flash of holy water against his chest, and Donavich started smoking. “I share my son’s hunger!” Donavich turned to attack Ezmerelda instead[11] and clawed Ezmerelda.[12]

Hrelgi cast a spell[13] and Donavich collapsed.

#

Grabbing the undersides of the floorboards, Doru said to Felewin, “They can see what I’m doing but you can’t.” He swung at Felewin to knock him down, but Felewin managed to evade him through luck.[14] Ninefingers kept forward but he was too small to hit Doru, even with his sword.

Uthrilir said, “By the power of the Maiden, hold still!”

The holy symbol of Ravenkind flared with radiance, and a shaft of light unerringly found Doru on the ceiling.[15] The vampire froze in place.

“Stake him before he moves!” Ninefingers said.

“I can’t do it with him on the ceiling,” Felewin said. “Plus I can’t see him without light. I hope Hrelgi and Ezmerelda are safe.”

“We have a vampire right here,” said Ninefingers. “I hope we’re safe.”

“You’ll have to pull him down,” said Uthrilir.[16]

Felewin steeled himself for this and grabbed Doru by the hips (he had intended the chest, but it was dark) and pulled. He could feel Doru trembling, resisting the command of the symbol[17].

He held Doru’s arms and said, “Ninefingers, I’ll hold him and you do it. The stake and mallet are in my pouch.”

“We don’t know how long he’ll be paralyzed,” said Ninefingers.

“Right, so hurry!” Uthrilir said.[18]

Upstairs they could hear rhythmic hammering.[19]

The sound heartened Ninefingers and in five strokes, it was done.

Uthrilir said, “That’s good; now cut off its head.”

Ninefingers took care to aim and not hit Felewin, and in three strokes, severed its head.

The head rolled to one side; Felewin picked it up by the greasy hair and went up the stairs, using his back to raise the trapdoor. His sword was in his hand.[20]

The door was stuck: old wood, swollen with water. It had been difficult to open before, but it was well jammed now. Felewin pushed again, and the trapdoor broke in two; both pieces lolled to one side on their hinges.

A silvered blade stopped just short of Felewin’s neck.

“Oh. It’s you,” said Ezmerelda.

Hrelgi reached down to help him up. “Are you guys okay? How’s Uthie?”

“We’re fine. That holy symbol works a treat. Paralyzed him.” Felewin got out of the way, sheathed his sword, and helped Ninefingers up.

“It affects more than one,” said Ezmerelda. “I think it paralyzed the priest too.”

“He was a vampire?”

Ezmerelda nodded. “At some point, Strahd must have decided to turn him.”

Uthrilir came up and accepted Hrelgi’s hug. “Strahd might have started it long ago; Donavich’s robe hid his neck.”

“If so, do you think his suggestion of the Abbey was influenced by Strahd?”

Uthrilir shrugged. “Who knows? News does not travel quickly in this land. I would not be surprised if the wine deliveries are the principal way for information to get around.”

“Or raven.”

“Secretly, yes.” Uthrilir looked at the body of Donavich. “Let us take them downstairs and bury them under the church. Then no one will accidentally remove the stakes.”

“You do not need to worry about that,” said Ezmerelda. “Once the stake has destroyed them, they are no longer vampires and cannot be brought back.”

“Except by Dark Powers,” said Uthrilir.

Ezmerelda conceded this was true.

“You are hurt,” said Uthrilir to Ezmerelda. “I shall ask the Maiden.”[21]

“Say a prayer for their bodies, too, but then we must be off,” said Felewin. “Someone might have heard that fight.”

Hrelgi nodded and spent a moment searching the places she had been. “These are long distances,” she said. “I can do maybe two in a row, but it’s safer if I have a moment to rest between them.”

“Of course,” said Felewin.[22]

“Okay.” The next rend took them to the gates of Barovia, on the way to Vallaki. They heard the howling of wolves; Hrelgi created the next rend, and they stepped through, Felewin first.

They were in Kasimir’s study, outside Vallaki.

Kasimir was looking at them. He said, “Tea?”


Monsters

FitnessAwarenessCreativityReasoningInfluence
54222
SkillsBrawling 3 (≤8), Dueling 5 (≤10), Stealth 4 (≤9)
GimmicksUndead, Night Vision, Life Drain, Natural Weapons (Bite: 1 inj), Resistant[Non-magical weapons], Supernatural Healing (does not work in sunlight or running water)
If the spawn are called out as former adventurers, they also have Composure 3, which makes it much more likely that they can resist things.

Game Mechancs

[1] Mythic suggested theme: Deceive Exravagance (PC Negative)

[2] Obviously they’re going to check the two rooms, but which do they check first? Odd is left, even is right. Rolled a 1, so they check Doru’s bedroom first.

[3] Ninefingers rolls a 3 for Finesse, which is a margin of 6, and easily makes the 2 Difficulty. (All locks in Barovia are Difficulty 2 unless otherwise stated.)

[4] Ninefingers rolls a 5, which makes his stealth by margin 3

[5] Felewin rolls a 9, which is a margin of 1 on the Athletics roll, which is Difficulty 1.

[6] Ninefingers rolled a 9, which is his Finesse roll: margin 0.

[7] Felewin rolls 8 for a margin of -3, and Uthrilir rolls 5, for a margin of -1…neither of them actually has stealth, so not bad for trying.

[8] Donavich goes upstairs; others get no action. Reactions for downstairs: Felewin 13, Ninefingers 13, Uthrilir 9, Doru 11
Donavich does 2 Fatigue to Ezmerelda; her armor does not help, he rolls margin -1 to attack, she rolls margin 2 to not be attacked.

[9] Rather than cutting back and forth for every round, we’ll handle one (for at least a bit) and then the other.
Reactions: Donavich 9 Ezmerelda 11 Hrelgi 12

[10] Ez rolls an 8 on her athletics roll, and has a margin of 0. The holy water does 1 Inj to the vampire.

[11] Donavich rolls 4 for margin 2; Ezmerelda rolls a 7 for margin 1 so he hits her and does 2 inj

[12] Ezmerelda makes her Fit+Composure roll: she rolls 4 and needs 6.
Reactions upstairs: Donavich 11 Ezmerelda 11 Hrelgi 10
Hrelgi rolls a 9, which is margin 0 for her but it works. She does 4 levels of Injury. Toughness does not help.
Donavich might be dead, but vampires are hard to kill. The new Gimmick Undying lets him regenerate this turn anyway.

[13] Hrelgi makes the R+C roll with a 10, but only because the difficulty is -2.

[14] Reactions: Doru 10 Felewin 12 Ninefingers 10 Uthrilir 12
Doru: Attack Felewin Ninefingers: attack Doru Felewin: avoid attacks Uthrilir: use the holy symbol
Doru rolls an 8, which makes his Brawling roll by margin -1, but Felewin rolls a 2, a triumph, so through sheer luck Felewin is not hit.

[15] Doru has to make an Reasoning+Composure test with difficulty 2. He rolls a 4, which makes his I+C roll with a margin of -1 (he doesn’t have Composure), which does not make difficulty 2. He’s frozen for a minute. Donavich (who’s also in range) rolls a 7, which is margin of-4, and does not help.

[16] Felewin has to steel himself for this (Difficulty 2), but rolls 4 on his Reasoning+Composure test, for a margin of 4. Now he has to roll Awareness: it’s not completely dark down there. He rolls a 5, and I’ll let his Survival stand in on this so he makes it by margin 2. (Alternatively, it’s difficulty 2 and he has awareness 3, so he manages automatically).

[17] Doru gets another chance to roll, but does worse this time: he rolls a 7, which fails by -4.

[18] The paralysis lasts a minute; a minute is about 12 turns. Felewin gets him down: 1 turn; Ninefingers finds the mallet and stake: 1 turn;

[19] D&D makes specific that vampires are destroyed only if the wooden thing pierces the chest while incapacitated in resting place. I’m going to say that’s not true for vampire spawn; a stake through the heart or beheading will destroy them. (Though the church is the resting place for both of them.) Anyway, I had a whole reveal where they were back fast, but the dice didn’t fall that way. We’ll go on with a false sense of confidence.

[20] Felewin rolls a 12 on his Athletics roll to open the door, which is margin -2. He breaks the old trapdoor: he succeeds but the door isn’t any good any more.

[21] Uthrilir prays and rolls a 7, which succeeds on this 9- difficulty 2 check; he heals her for a whole 1.

[22] General process from a gaming standpoint: Hrelgi makes the rend, they step through. She can hold it open for 5 turns, that being her skill. dShe makes the R+C roll; if she fails, she takes a point of fatigue, which she needs to recover for herself (a memorized spell) wait a turn; make the second rend, pass through. Again, if there’s a problem, try the healing spell. Generally, a rend is four turns to pass through, dismiss, and check self.

Thursday, September 18, 2025

Chapter 28 — Hunted! (Curse of Strahd, Actual Play)

Iron & Gold, Curse of Strahd

Previous Chapter 27 27 Dinner With Strahd — Next Chapter 29 The Undercroft

Being an actual play of Curse of Strahd, using Precis Intermedia Games’ Iron & Gold, with Mythic as the GM.

Chapter 28 — Hunted![1]

The five of them were wet, standing in Ismark’s mansion, in the same room where Felewin had tested Ireena days ago. The furniture had been pushed back into place, and there were signs that Ismark had had people in, in the meantime.

“You can come out now,” said Ninefingers, his hand on the hilt of his sword.[2]

Ezmerelda d’Avenir appeared, in a dark grey cloak. Ninefingers sighed and took his hand off his sword; he had known that someone or something came with them, but wasn’t sure it was Ezmerelda.

“I thought it better to come with you than have to escape the castle myself,” she said. “It is good to see you all. Where are we?”

“Barovia, the village,” said Uthrilir. He took Ezmerelda’s hand and checked: she was as warm-bodied as any of them. “You are not a vampire.”

Ezmerelda smiled, curling her upper lip back from her teeth. “I am not.”

Hrelgi looked at her, checked her grimoire, and cast a spell.[3] “One magic spell active and a buttload of magic stuff, so I can’t get a clear view.”

“Dark vision,” said Ezmerelda. “So I can see in the dark. It helps in an unlit castle.” She waved her hand. “Gone now. Try again.”

Hrelgi cast the spell again.[4] “Magic armour, magic weapons, potions, nothing else except that she can also do magic.”

“Thank you,” said Ezmerelda.

Felewin said, “You appreciate why we had to check.”

Ezmerelda unwrapped her cloak. “Of course.”

Felewin looked around. “This is where the burgomaster Ismark lives and where his sister Ireena…lived.”

There was a small front hall; each of them hung up their cloaks and Uthrilir set up a fire; Hrelgi[5] lit it, and soon there was some heat.

Ezmerelda looked around. “I have never been here. Can we be heard from outside?”

“Not easily,” said Ninefingers. “This room is set inside the other rooms, so only the fireplace connects to the outside.”

“We’ll speak quietly,” said Felewin.

“I haven’t checked,” said Ninefingers, “but I suspect there’s a grating above the fire, in the chimney flue, below the chimney cap. I think Ismark once said that Strahd also controlled bats,” (Ezmerelda nodded) “so they’d want to keep them out, or at least unable to listen.”

“What’s on the other side of the fireplace?”

“Kitchen. This fireplace is also the oven,” said Ninefingers.

“Don’t use their food,” said Felewin. “His food.”

“It’s for guests,” said Hrelgi. “And we’re guests.”

“He might not want us. We failed him. We couldn’t protect Ireena,” said Felewin. “I don’t feel right about taking his food.”

“Do you want to go elsewhere?” Hrelgi asked

“No. I need to apologize to him.”

“We couldn’t help it,” said Ninefingers. “All of that happened while we were away from her. No one could have known!”

“We shouldn’t have left her alone,” said Felewin.

"We should sleep. By tomorrow’s light, Strahd’s agents will be looking for us,” said Ezmerelda.

“I don’t think I can sleep,” said Hrelgi.

“Tell us what you know about this tower,” said Ninefingers.

“Tell us about the mentor you’re hunting,” said Hrelgi.

“The tower is easy. I believe it belonged to the wizard Khazan, who was in the employ of Strahd.” She looked at Hrelgi. “Magic does not work inside the tower — be wary of that.”

“But you can get in?” asked Hrelgi.

“Yes. There are two ways. First is a puzzle on the door; if you perform certain actions, the door opens. Second is a rickety scaffold out back that leads to an upper window. Felewin is too heavy for it, maybe Uthrilir too. There are golems inside but they seem to be only to raise and lower a cage that traverses the levels.”

“An elevator,” said Ninefingers. “If magic doesn’t work inside the elevator, how do the golems work?”

“I believe it is ensorcelled so that only Khazan’s magic will work. But Khazan is long gone.” She shrugged, and pulled out her spell book. She took some blank pages from the rear and sketched quick maps. “Four levels. I know that my mentor has slept in this fourth level — I recognized some of what he left behind — but he is not there.”

“He’s not a half-elf, is he?” Felewin asked. “Your mentor is from elsewhere, like we are, and the half-elf is the only living outsider we’ve met.”

“No, my mentor is human,” said Ezmerelda.

“Not him, then,” said Felewin. Hrelgi caught Ninefingers’ eye. The goblin looked back at her and gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

Ezmerelda said, “He has been cursed, he says, so that those near him will die, but this is not a land in which to be alone.”

“What’s his name?” Ninefingers asked.

“It is not safe to tell you,” said Ezmerelda. “If he is hiding, his name should remain hidden.”

“Of course.”

There was silence. They listened to each other breathe, and they did eventually fall asleep in that room, taking comfort in each other’s presence. The rooster woke them at dawn.

“We’ll wait until Ismark returns,” said Felewin. “But we should plan how we will get to the tower that Ezmerelda knows.”

“I’ve never been there, have I?” Hrelgi asked.

Ezmerelda shook her head. “But it is near Krezk.”

“Have we got a map of Barovia?” asked Hrelgi.

“There I can help you,” said Ezmerelda. She reached into her bag and pulled up a folded map. “I found this in the tower. It was created by my mentor.” She held up her hand to forestall comments. “At least annotated by him.”

“If we are here…then we’ve been there, and there, and there….” Felewin pointed to places on the map. “This is much better than the maps my brother the priest draws; his are very preachy.”

“His maps are probably moral arguments,” said Uthrilir.

Ezmerelda said, “My mentor is not one for arguments like that.”

“My father does not use my brother’s maps,” agreed Felewin.

“I have no idea,” said Hrelgi. “There’s places I know I can get to and places I know I can’t. I suppose there’s a fuzzy region at the edge but I don’t know what it is. From here, I can’t get all the way to Vallaki, for instance.” She closed her eyes. “That road leading to the old mill, I can get to that intersection. I know I can. Maybe farther along the road.”

“I don’t know how safe it is along the road,” Ezmerelda said. “The mill is here and”—she almost said his name—“my mentor has a squiggle here that means maybe it is occupied.”

“Not a place to hide, then,” said Ninefingers. Felewin was looking at him. “Ireena didn’t know why the mill was abandoned. If it were friendlies living there, they would have told the nearest villages, ‘Hey, we can’t run the mill because the main shaft is broken,’ or something. Ergo, if occupied, it is occupied by nasties.”

“I suppose,” said Felewin. “We could look, maybe clear out whatever is there. Then it becomes a hiding spot for us.”

“Or we die trying to fight whatever lives there. We have to keep our eyes on the purpose.”

Felewin sighed. “Yes. I just…if it would help Ismark. We’ve already failed him…”

“If we can deal with Strahd, we will be helping him,” said Uthrilir.

“Then we need to deal with Doru,” said Hrelgi.

“No,” said Ninefingers.

Ezmerelda said, “Who is Doru?”

“Vampire, kept under the church,” said Ninefingers. “Why do we need to deal with Doru?”

“First, helping Ismark. Second, practice against vampires and the fancy holy symbol. We’re not going to find a lone trapped vampire anywhere else. Third, while Doru exists, he’s a weapon that Strahd can free and use against us.”

“But if we kill him, Strahd will know,” said Uthrilir. “And the holy symbol might be one use only.[6]

“No, I have found stories of the holy symbol in the records at the Abbey,” said Ezmerelda. “The symbol was used repeatedly, even after the original owner died. It can be exhausted, yes, but it always regains its abilities.”

“What do the stories say the symbol can do?” Uthrilir asked.

“I only know that it can create sunlight. The stories say that no vampires approach a holy person who is carrying the amulet, and that it can create sunlight, but that is…taxing for it.”

“You’ll need holy water,” said Ezmerelda. She reached into her bag and pulled out two flasks. Uthrilir nodded grimly and pulled out another one.

Felewin said, “Strahd has spies everywhere. Our only hope is appearing somewhere, striking while he’s trying to find us, then disappearing. If we kill Doru, he knows we’re here.”

“I expect he’s got a rough idea of Hrelgi’s range,” said Ninefingers. “He knows we didn’t go out the front gate. From his viewpoint, we either traveled by rend or got into that room we saw from the overlook.” The goblin shrugged. “He can check the castle, and if we traveled by rend, he knows we’re in this village. If we’re in the village, we’re here, we’re in the Durst House (assuming it has rebuilt itself), we’re in the church, or we’re in the tavern.”

“Assuming he knows that Hrelgi can only go where she’s been,” pointed out Felewin.

“It’s part of the magic,” said Hrelgi. “You have to have been there to go back.”

“He knows magic,” said Ezmerelda. “I do not know if he knows this kind — I do not — but he knows magic.”

“All right,” said Felewin. “You’ve convinced me. We have to deal with Doru.”

“Now, if possible,” said Ninefingers. “It is just past dawn; we finish Doru and leave. I do not think we’ll have time to wait for Ismark.”

Felewin sighed. “I suppose you’re right.” He asked Hrelgi, “Can you get us into the church?”

Hrelgi nodded. “But I don’t know the way to the undercroft.”

Uthrilir said, “We were in the hall and the sanctuary proper, not the other rooms. The passage to the undercroft is either in the sanctuary, as with Saint Andral’s bones, or one of the other rooms.”

That’s helpful,” said Ninefingers.[7] Uthrilir bristled.

Felewin put in, “I trust Ninefingers didn’t mean it that way.”

Ninefingers apologized. “Tired and on edge. Sorry.”

Felewin went on, “We’re all tired. Let’s check the other rooms instead of the sanctuary. Donavich is probably in the sanctuary; we don’t want to face him right away.” The others looked at him. “In his mind, we’re killing his son,” explained Felewin. “Just so I’m clear: there’s no way of curing the lad?”

Uthrilir said, “None. The Maiden might be able to intervene if Strahd is dead, but while Strahd exists, there is none.”

“And magic to bring people back to life works on very short time frames. Someone who has been a vampire for a whole year can’t be brought back by anything I know of,” said Hrelgi.

“There is no way,” added Ezmerelda flatly.

Felewin nodded. “All right. Do we walk?”

Hrelgi said, “I can do better than that.”[8]

Previous Chapter 27 27 Dinner With Strahd — Next Chapter 29 The Undercroft


Game Mechanics

[1] Mythic suggested theme: Failure Energy (PC Positive)

[2] Ninefingers’ Awareness is 4 and he has night vision. He knows that there was an invisible figure in the rain with them, even though the difficulty was Complex.

[3] Hrelgi rolls a 9 on F. Sphaera, so margn 0. She rolls a 7 on R+C, so margin 3.

[4] This time Hrelgi rolls a 3 (margin 6) on Fabrica Sphaera, and a triumph on R+C. Pity it wasn’t the other way around.

[5] Hrelgi rolls a 6 on the spell; and 6 on the R+C.

[6] Ezmerelda rolls a 6, making her Legends roll by margin 1.

[7] Ninefingers rolled a 10 on his Influence+Composure roll (4-) for a margin of -6. Ooops.

[8] Hrelgi rolls a 4 for a margin of 6, which is enough for a rend.

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Chapter 27 — A Dinner With Strahd (Curse of Strahd, Actual Play)

Iron & Gold, Curse of Strahd

Chapter 26 Festival of the Sun — Chapter 28 Hunted

Being an actual play of Curse of Strahd, using Precis Intermedia Games’ Iron & Gold, with Mythic as the GM.

Chapter 27 A Dinner With Strahd[1]

They left the Strahd tome with Rictavio, but kept copies of all the text that they could read. Hrelgi assured them that Rictavio could make good use of it; Ninefingers agreed, but neither of them would reveal who Rictavio actually was.

“Do we take the other thing, the holy symbol?” Ninefingers asked.

“Strahd promised not to hurt us,” Uthrilir said.

“Yes, but he can probably sense it,” insisted Ninefingers.

“He’ll keep his word,” said Felewin. “I know the type.”

“I know the type, too,” said Ninefingers, “and some of them find a pretext so that we will break the pact and he has justification for jumping us.”

“In which case, the symbol will be useful. Presumably it has some power against vampires.” Felewin took his hair out of the queue again. “I hate these queues; I always had to have Father’s aide do it.”

“Don’t do it, then,” said Hrelgi.

“We give no excuses. I will be as presentable as I can be.”

Ninefingers had made sure his owl-feather earrings were in, and was buffing his hauberk.

Hrelgi had found flowers somewhere and weaved a wreath. Uthrilir had formally arranged his beard and was buffing scales of armor.

Davian had allowed them to wash their tunics, and Hrelgi had heated a section of stone floor to dry them.

Ninefingers asked, “Hrelgi? Where are you going to take us after the dinner? I ask because Strahd has guaranteed our safety until we leave but there’s nothing preventing him from having wolves and bats and skeletons attack us once we’re out of the castle gates.”

Hrelgi said, “I have a place in mind. I’m not going to say it out loud because he clearly has spies throughout the land.”

Felewin tied off the string. “There.” He nodded as he turned to face them. “Yes. Strahd knew where we were, and knew about Davian’s gems. The ravens might have been following us, but I’ll bet that Strahd has spies everywhere, man and beast.”

“He is the land,” quoted Uthrilir. “I think that usually he relies on physical spies — this wolf, that bat, a person when we’re in a town — but I wouldn’t put it past him to be able to sense more if he exerts himself.” He stopped polishing the metal on his byrnie, finally pleased with the result.

“True,” said Ninefingers. “So we must assume that he will know when we try for the other thing.”

“I think there’s only one thing to do. Get Kasimir’s help,” said Felewin.

“If we live through the dinner,” said Ninefingers gloomily.

Felewin clapped him on the shoulder. “We’ll live through dinner. It’s after that we might die.”

#

The invitation contained instructions to travel to a particular spot on the Old Svalich road; it took Hrelgi three rends to get there, and they still walked the last bit. The night air was cool, like a fine autumn night. Somewhere, an owl hooted.

“It’s rather nice when someone’s not trying to kill you,” Felewin said.

“You’re putting a lot of trust in him,” said Ninefingers.

“Strahd will not kill us on this visit. Well... I suppose he might try to provoke us into rash actions so he can try, but we will not be provoked. Understand?”

Everyone agreed.

“Good,” said Felewin. “I suspect the black carriage yonder is the one he sent.”

“There’s no driver,” said Ninefingers.

“Magic,” said Felewin.

Hrelgi said, “I keep telling you that there are rules; you can’t just do anything with magic.”

“Can you create a carriage that travels unguided to a known location?”

She was quiet and finally said, “…Yes.”

Felewin shrugged. “Magic.”

The carriage had two black horses standing outside; they snorted puffs of steam into the cold night air. A door on the side of the carriage opened by itself.

“Do we get in?” Ninefingers asked.

“Don’t see why not,” said Felewin. “Go ahead; I want to check something.” No one moved while he walked to the front of the carriage to look at the horses. Without touching them, he shone a lantern on their hooves, waiting for one to move its feet. He finally said, “Shoed. Real horses, though maybe magically augmented. This means he deals with a blacksmith, either in the castle or the village of Barovia.”

“And this is important why?” Uthrilir asked.

“Might not be. But someone shoes the horses and cleans the castle, and that’s probably people from the village. There’s traffic between the two. We didn’t spend time in the village. There might be a source of information there. Shall we get in the carriage?”

Hrelgi asked, “Do you think it’s safe to travel by carriage?”

“Safer than walking. He has promised that no harm will come to us on the road to his castle.” Felewin smiled. “As I say, after we leave, he’ll try to kill us, sure.”

“You sound very casual about it,” said Hrelgi.

“Do I? Must have picked it up from Ninefingers,” Felewin said, hoisting the goblin into the carriage. The goblin stuck his tongue out at Felewin. Felewin continued, “It looks very nice inside. The carriage, I mean.”[2]

“Do you smell that?” Ninefingers asked. “Perfume and body odour. The carriage has been used recently.”

“Do you think there will be other guests?”

Felewin shrugged. “Someone wore perfume.”

Ninefingers said thoughtfully, “If he offers to let us spend the night, I think we should do it.”

“You think that?” Felewin asked.

“I do. If we don’t violate the bargain of good behaviour, it’s an opportunity to look around. We’ll have to go back in at some point.”

“I think that if he offers to let us go home through the mists, we should take that,” Hrelgi said.

Felewin started to speak, but Ninefingers interrupted. “Why?”

She shrugged. “Why shouldn’t he want to be rid of us? We’ve caused him nothing but trouble, and apparently he’s the guy who can send us away. I think Uthie should give him the cursed relic — we’re still thinking that’s what he wants, right? — give it to him, it’s trapped here with him, and we go.”

“That’s not the vow I took,” said Uthrilir. “And I have to die to give up the relic.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” she told him. “The cleric who gave his relic to the mechanical did not die.”

“Not the first time you’ve said that, not the first time I’ve refused,” said Uthrilir.

They sat in silence for a moment; the satin and leather of the carriage muffled many of the sounds of the road, though the ride was still rough. Finally Felewin said, “I hope there’s pork. I rather like pork, and we only got it when someone killed a boar or when visiting someone who raised pigs.”

Ninefingers moaned and rolled his eyes.

“Eat hearty,” Felewin told him. “Don’t ruin yourself, but eat well. He’ll put out the best spread he can.”

“We’re going to end up eating people,” said Ninefingers.

#

The road wound through forest and craggy mountains, and the carriage climbed, and climbed, and kept climbing. Uthrilir judged they had climbed hundreds of feet, and before that, they had climbed to get out of the river by the village of Barovia.

Finally the road turned east, exposing the vastness of Castle Ravenloft: it loomed over them as a dark shadow with warm light inside, beyond a portcullis. The carriage moved forward, until it was between two broken and aged turrets of stone. Ahead of them was a wooden drawbridge that extended over a deep gorge; it ended with a portcullis. Beyond that was the torchlight.

The carriage moved forward. Felewin looked out the window; they couldn’t see the drawbridge they were crossing, but could hear the chains rattling. “Wouldn’t want to cross this bridge at night.”

“Aye,” said Uthrilir.

“I could do it,” said Hrelgi.

“I think any of us could,” said Ninefingers, “but I doubt any of us would want to.”

“Well, can’t argue with that,” said Hrelgi.

The carriage slowly rolled through the portcullis into a courtyard, lit by a dozen torches and an equal number of lanterns. The sky opened up, pouring rain, causing the torches to flicker and dim. The carriage came to a stop, and the doors opened. All four of the party flipped up their hoods; Hrelgi and Ninefingers were on that side, so they were the first to disembark.

There were probably windows on the higher floors but there were no lights; light was confined to the ground floor.

The roofs of the castle were designed so that the water already sluicing off the building was aimed to either side of the entryway, and once outside the doors, visitors were….not dry, but not drenched. There the elf and goblin waited for the other two, unwilling to enter the castle without everyone.

The ornate doors of the castle were open to a hall; a dozen paces inside were a second set of doors.

Lanterns hung on either side of this second set of doors.

Felewin and Uthrilir came out, Felewin slower and more stately than Uthrilir. This was a side of Felewin that none of them had seen. He grinned when he got to them. “Third son, but still nobility. My father was quite particular. Never run on a state occasion.” He composed his expression to pleasant neutrality, and indicated to the others that they should enter first.

They did, in single file.

The foyer was vaulted and tall; overhead, four statues of dragons gazed down at them, eyes glittering in the lamplight.

“Statues?” Ninefingers asked.

Hrelgi checked the magic around them[3] with a muttered incantation. “Like gargoyles. They’re statues unless you trigger them.”

“Let’s not trigger them,” Uthrilir said.

Six paces from the inner doors, the doors swung open magically, revealing the great hall and letting them hear the sounds of organ music. Four huge columns flanked the room, lit by torches in sconces, unlike the lanterns in the areas with weather. A giant staircase rose to the left; straight ahead were bronze double doors; to the right was an open space. Up above, Ninefingers could see ill-tended frescoes of battle, and a pair of gargoyles flanking the top of each column.

“Eight gargoyles above; don’t bother to check because I’m just going to assume they can attack,” murmured Ninefingers.

“I’d rather know who he is,” muttered Uthrilir. An elf with brown skin and black hair was descending silently down the stairs. He wore a gray cloak but armor underneath, and there was the shine of a scimitar hilt when he drew back his cloak to clap twice. The doors closed.

The elf came up to the group. “The last to arrive,” he said. “In here, please.”

“And your name, sir?” Hrelgi asked.

“I am Rahadin, the chamberlain. Please follow me.” Rahadin headed to the right-hand section of the hall, to the section that Ninefingers hadn’t yet looked at. A smaller set of double doors was there; Rahadin opened one of the doors to reveal a dining hall, lit by torches. At the far end was the organ, which was there source of the organ music; Strahd was playing.

There were two others in the room: Ismark, dressed in Barovian finery, and a middle-aged woman with sharp features, an imperious posture, and elegant clothes.

Ismark looked up at them and smiled, and then then looked quizzical when he saw that Ireena was not with them.

The woman looked at all of them and decided that Felewin, in his current pose, was probably high status and worth caring about. Felewin nodded formally to both of them, and then stood, waiting for the music to end so that he could greet Strahd.

The figure at the organ turned out to be an illusion; the actual Strahd stepped from beside the organ and waved his hand; both the figure at the organ and the organ music disappeared.

“You are here. I welcome you to Castle Ravenloft. I present to you my two other guests, my two newest burgomasters: Ismark Kolyanovich, whom I think you have met, the burgomaster of the village of Barovia,”—Ismark remembered his manners and inclined his head in greeting—“and Lady Fiona Wachter, the burgomaster of Vallaki.”

“I am pleased to make your acquaintance,” said Felewin. “Let me introduce my party, because Lord Strahd has not formally met them and we have not met Lady Wachter.” He introduced them in the order they had entered. “Uthrilir, a holy knight of the Maiden Dilir; Hrelgi of Căled, our mistress of magic; my aide, who goes by the name Ninefingers. I am Felewin Theostrand Karantod; you would translate my title as ‘Prince.’ We find ourselves in this land quite recently…less than a moon, certainly.” His accent was more pronounced in this speech; it was not his usual way of talking.

“A week,” murmured Ninefingers.

“A week? Then a week.” Felewin smiled. Ninefingers was obliquely fascinated. This indeed was a side of Felewin he hadn’t seen before.

Strahd smiled without mirth and sat at the head of the table. Ismark and Lady Wachter sat on either side of the table, while Felewin’s group waited for his response. He nodded to them and they chose to sit after he did. “You will have to forgive me,” Felewin said. “Mine are a nomadic people, and our dinner settings are less…elaborate. I shall do my best to use the correct utensils and plates, but I mean no disrespect if I make an error.”

Strahd said smoothly, “I shall take no offense.”

Felewin thought, Eliminated that chance of pact breaking.

Lady Wachter sniffed.

Ismark looked puzzled but erased the concern from his face.

“I had thought it was just us four visiting for dinner. I am thrilled to see others, however. New burgomasters? I had understood that a Baron was already burgomaster of Vallaki, so I presume your elevation in status is recent, Lady Wachter.”

“My town is in flames,” she said. “The Baron was killed by the people, at one of his asinine festivals.”

The other three looked concerned; Ismark looked shocked. This was apparently news to him.

“He was married and had a child, did he not?”

“They will be dealt with,” Lady Wachter said.

“Of course,” said Felewin. “One must cement the new allegiances and eliminate the old? Does a new broom sweep clean, or do you mean to step in to help the Baron’s family in this time of terrible tragedy and gain recognition for your humane instincts?”

She paused before answering.

“I would guess the latter,” interjected Uthrilir. “After all, you have already reaped benefits from your book club.”

“I— How do you know about that?”

“I merely listened. We were briefly in Vallaki on our way to the winery, to deal with the interruption in service. I heard someone mention your book club in most approving terms.”

“Of course,” said Lady Wachter. “Of course, one uses the carrot instead of the stick, if there is a choice.”

“Of course,” agreed Felewin. “But I speak too much; our host must take precedence here.”

Strahd raised his eyebrows. “How kind of you to give me permission to do what I would anyway.” A female servant moved behind them, filling their wine goblets. Ninefingers noticed the coldness of her arm as she reached by him to fill his goblet. Strahd was given a deep red drink from a different container.

Another female servant, also surprisingly cold, placed dishes before them. Ninefingers recognized it as a kind of reddish soup with chunks of meat and vegetables in it.

“Please, eat; I shall dine later.” Strahd smiled. “Tell me, Felewin, if you are a prince, why are you here? Not Barovia specifically, but the peripatetic lifestyle of an adventurer?”

Felewin smiled disarmingly. “I am a prince but I am a third son. My eldest brother is due to inherit the title. My other brother is well prepared in case he cannot inherit. Traditionally in our people, the third son goes into the military. Traveling and doing these things helps grant me experience for when I help in my country’s military.”

“Does a nomadic people have a great need for a military?” Lady Wachter asked.

“Yes. There is always a need for a military, formal or informal. Lord Strahd would know this.”

“Some forces are best used informally, such as the Vistani. Yes, I know this; I was a great conqueror,” said Strahd. “I took this land by force, some hundreds of years ago.” He paused, looking around the table. Uthrilir opened his mouth but thought better of it.

“They were a proud people, the Valgother, and so I knew that I needed to crush them.”

“To prevent reprisals and uprisings?” Felewin asked.

“Very good. Yes. We took their capital, but the king and a sizable chunk of his army retreated to this land, the land that I later called Barovia, in honour of my father, King Barov. They faced us near the Tsolenka Pass; I suspect there are still bodies and armour on the mountainside, for it is cold and remote; things do not rust and fade away quickly there, unless they are carried by spring melt into the Luna River.” He smiled. “They were very good, and made few mistakes, but I was better and made no mistakes.”

Lady Wachter said, “To Lord Strahd!” and raised her glass in a toast. The others accepted half-heartedly.

“Thank you,” said Strahd. “I called in wizards and architects and stone masons and commanded them to build me this castle, which I have named Ravenloft, for it was to be a place for my mother, Queen Ravenovia. When it was completed, I sent for her and my brother, but alas, she did not arrive alive.” He said gently, “There is a fine tomb for them. Even after her death, I continue to show her my love for her.” He bent his head for a moment, casting his face in shadow.

“Enough about me. Hrelgi, you are lovely, in the way of the elves. How did you come to be with this group? Tell the truth, now, all of you.”

Hrelgi smiled. “I was born with magic, and left home to learn more about it and control it. On my journeys, I came into contact with Uthrilir, here, and we found each other good company. Later, in our quests, we happened upon Felewin and Ninefingers. Originally, it was simply that their paths coincided with ours, but we have found common goals in the short term.”

“‘In the short term’? Do you expect that to change?”

Hrelgi looked at him with sadness. “Lord Strahd, you of all people here should know that all humans and goblins and dwarves pass away, that elves outlive them all.”

“Unless they don’t,” replied Strahd.

“All that which is not dead can die.”

“That sounds theological,” said Strahd. “Uthrilir, do you agree?”

The dwarf paused for a moment to allow the servant — clearly a vampire of some stripe — to take away his plate. Another woman replaced it. “I cannot speak for the Powers Above and the Powers Below, but they have in my knowledge provided a way for every thing to perish, whether that way is time or violence.”

“But the powers above and below allow some to go on without dying.”

Uthrilir shrugged. “As I mentioned, I cannot speak for them. But I will humbly suggest that they work with spans of time that are unimaginable to me, or to elves, or the undead. What we think of as long life or existence might be a burden to those not made for it.”

“There’s a song cycle about that — The Tragedies of Jungen,” said Hrelgi.

“I haven’t had the pleasure,” said Strahd.

“Maybe it became popular after your time,” Hrelgi said.

“And what do you mean by that?” Strahd said.

Hrelgi looked puzzled by his question. “The mists around Barovia showed up over four hundred years ago, and the song cycle is only a century or two old; the likelihood that someone came in knowing the songs is small. How many people have come into Barovia in the last hundred years? Fifty? A hundred?”

Ismark said, “At midnight, the ghosts of all foreigners who have died in Barovia march from the graveyard in our village to…somewhere. Father took us to see it once, when I was young; the line was so long that I had to sleep. It is where I have seen dwarves,” he explained to Uthrilir.

Another course came. This one was beef, prepared in a way that Felewin had never seen. “Felewin, I apologize that it is not pork, but the climate is not conducive,” said Strahd.

Felewin was unnerved, but noted that any conversation in the carriage was conveyed to Strahd; it was what he had expected, but it was still unnerving.

“The ghosts march to this castle,” said Strahd. “If this dinner goes late enough, you will see them.”

“Lovely,” muttered Ninefingers.

“And you, young reptile….goblin, rather. Ninefingers, you introduced yourself. Why are you here?”

Ninefingers fully intended to lie, and make himself up a meek and unassuming servant, but found he couldn’t.[4] “I am bound to accompany Felewin. He saved my life, and I owe him mine.”

“I keep releasing you,” Felewin said.

“I’m not bound by your command,” Ninefingers said. “I am bound by the way of my people.”

Strahd looked intrigued. “We have no such custom in Barovia. What are the rules? If I were to save your life, I would receive your fealty instead?”

Ninefingers could not lie, but he chose his words carefully. He said, “The rules are complex because they have been tested over centuries.”

“Of course,” said Strahd. “I am sure that someone saving your life would not receive the same allegiance because Felewin is alive. Still alive,” Strahd amended.

Ninefingers repeated, “The rules are complex.”

“Indeed. You would go home if you could?”

On safer ground, Ninefingers said, “I think we would all return to our homes, if we could.”

“And why do they call you Ninefingers? Is that your proper name?”

“It’s my name in human society. I have it”—and he held up the hand with the smallest finger cut off—“because I was too slow getting away from a trap in a tomb.”

“And that is where you met Felewin?”

“No; that is where I decided to work in the family store. But fate had other plans.”

“Lady Wachter, what do you think of our arrivals?”

From the way she replied, Ninefingers could tell that she had been watching Strahd for cues. “They are interesting and possibly useful additions to our land.”

“Perhaps they might be useful in re-establishing order in Vallaki.”

“Perhaps. But do we need help?”

“Let us see how long the riots last,” said Strahd.

“If it is not too bold, Lady Wachter, what happened?”

“Someone made the mistake of laughing at the Baron during his latest asinine festival. The Baron does not — rather, did not — accept humiliation well, and dragged the man behind his horse as punishment. This was too much for the people, and riots ensued. Apparently then a ferocious beast escaped confinement, people were mauled, and the beast is still at large. With the Baron’s death at the hands of the mob, I felt it was necessary to inform Lord Strahd of events.”

“How terrible,” said Hrelgi.

“Quite,” purred Lady Wachter.

Strahd said, “Ismark, you have now become burgomaster. Your father did an excellent job for me. Do you expect to change things much?”

“I intend to continue as he did, with such changes as become necessary,” said Ismark. “This is not a state occasion, so I do not wish to bring up details, but I notice that some things are changing under our feet, and our small village should be prepared.”

“Changing how?” Lady Wachter said.

“We are losing children,” said Ismark. “Something is taking the children of the village. If we can determine what it is, we might take action, such as your wall, Lady Wachter. It would be a laborious undertaking, but we should consider something.”

“You want to build a wall?” Lady Wachter sniffed.

“No, Lady Wachter, not unless one is justified. I want to know if one is justified.”

“That sounds prudent,” said Hrelgi.

Ismark flashed her a quick smile.

Strahd said, “Good. I had feared that the sudden disappearance of your sister would ruin your ability to work.”

Ismark[5]’s eyes widened and he took a moment to swallow. Then he said smoothly. “I was not aware she had disappeared. I know she had gone away to grieve. I will send someone to search for her; I know you have an interest in her, my lord Strahd.”

Strahd waved his hand dismissively. “Where she has gone, none may follow and return. But Ismark, eat. You have barely touched your entree.” And Strahd smiled.

“I am not particularly hungry,” said Ismark, and from the look on his face, he immediately hated himself for saying it.

“The meal is most excellent,” Lady Wachter said. “My compliments to the chef.”

Strahd said, “Most meals for the staff are prepared by Cyrus Belview, but though I am assured his collations are most savory, I was lucky enough to find an expert chef for tonight’s meal.”

“I was not aware we had an expert chef outside Vallaki.”

“I was fortunate that one of adventurers who came through had a background in cooking, and he had impressed me with his fighting abilities. So…he was available.”

Ismark looked vaguely nauseated; Lady Wachter looked pleased.

“I do not insist that you eat all of your meal; I know that Ninefingers would be suspicious. That is your nature,” Strahd said magnanimously.

Without meaning, Ninefingers said, “It is an earned thing.”

“If only we had a chance to discuss it in more detail.” He clapped his hands and the servants moved around them and replaced the meals with bowls of fine china; the bowls were filled with bright fruit, topped with a dollop of pale mousse.

“Enjoy,” said Strahd.

Lady Wachter smiled and took a spoonful. Ismark apologized and left his alone.

Hrelgi tried a spoonful of the mousse. “Whipped cream! Uthrilir, I haven’t had whipped cream in ages.”

Uthrilir was praying[6] and then he said, “It is safe to eat.”

“I never doubted it,” said Felewin. “Lord Strahd is a man of his word. This is quite good. Did the fruit have to come from outside?”

“Indeed,” Strahd said. “I allow the Vistani to come and go. They are not import agents, but they will fetch some few things for their master.”

“I thought so. I recognize sunberries, and they are from a warmer clime than Barovia.”

“Beautiful Barovia,” corrected Lady Wachter.

“Parts of it are lovely,” said Felewin mildly.

“The bugs in Berez were terrible,” said Hrelgi, with cream on her upper lip.

“Really?” Strahd said. “Insects have not bothered me for years.”

“You would have learned to ignore them,” observed Felewin.

Strahd nodded. “It was part of battle.”[7]

Felewin smiled. “If one is hit, one gets up again.”

“Unless it is wiser to fight supine.”

Felewin nodded. “Or retreat so that one can attack again. There are levels.”

There was no speaking as the party ate their desserts. Lady Wachter smiled contentedly; Ismark kept glancing between the group and Strahd. Hrelgi reached out to touch his arm in comfort.

The servants cleared away the bowls and brought small goblets.

“Port?” Strahd asked.

“Because I know you obtained it just for me, I will say yes.”

“The deal,” agreed Strahd.

“This prolongs dinner.”

“You are safe until you leave the castle grounds or violate good etiquette. Lady Wachter, Ismark, you are welcome to spend the night. It is not safe to travel Barovia at night.”

“I believe I will go to my room,” said Lady Wachter. She rose and curtsied.

Strahd nodded to one of the servants, who murmured, “This way, please,” and led Lady Wachter from the room.

Ismark said, “I will stay as well. As you say, it is not safe to travel at night.” Strahd nodded again, and a female servant led Ismark out of the room. Strahd was left looking at the adventurers, who looked at each other and then at Strahd.

“I notice the invitation to stay was not extended to us,” Felewin said.

“No,” said Strahd. “I would not let you sleep under my roof. You have been responsible for the removal of Tatyana from my existence: the removal of her soul from the cycle of reincarnation. Because of that, I swear to you that I shall kill you. I shall turn you to my servants, and I shall make you obey me for a dozen centuries, and then make you kill yourselves, or each other. Your deaths and undeath will be painful and extensive.” Strahd smiled. “But do enjoy your port, Felewin. Our deal ends when you leave the castle grounds, when dawn comes or when one of you falls asleep, whichever comes first. And once the deal is over, I will have my vengeance.”

Felewin said, “Then we shan’t keep you from your other pressing matters. We will find our own way out.”

“Out of this room, to the right to the Great Hall, left to the exit. There will be no carriage to carry you across the drawbridge, but the drawbridge will stay down. You are not out of the castle until your cross the bridge.” Strahd stood and strode from the room, leaving the group alone.

Once he was gone, Felewin said, “Hrelgi, check to see if he’s still here. That illusion earlier was too good to believe he has left.”

Hrelgi opened her grimoire and spoke an incantation.[8]

“Someone is here, probably invisible.”

Ezmerelda’s voice came. “It is I, invisible. I have been searching the castle. Do not teleport inside the castle; it will redirect you. Unauthorized teleportation sends you to the dungeon.”

Ninefingers mouthed, “Is it really her?” to Hrelgi, who shrugged.

“Thank you,” said Felewin. “We shall keep that in mind.”

“You believe the voice is Ezmerelda?” whispered Ninefingers.

Felewin did not answer. Instead, he stood, neatly folded his napkin, and said to the others, “Then let’s begin the part where Strahd actively tries to kill us. Shall we go?”

They followed him out of the room, into the Great Hall. “Memorize it,” he said quietly to Ninefingers.

“Already did,” the goblin replied.

They went through the Great Hall, then the foyer. Felewin strode outside the doors and immediately headed to one side instead of heading out.

“Where are you going?” asked Uthrilir.

“I want to see the castle grounds,” Felewin said. “This is the only time we will see it safely.”

Around the side was a wall that connected the castle to the wall of the keep. There was an iron gate set into an archway, but the double doors in the gate were open. Felewin walked briskly through them. Ninefingers and the others followed, though Ninefingers was itching to leave. He kept glancing behind them, then up.

Felewin said conversationally, “Look, this must be where they store the carriage. And over there”—he flashed the lantern—“that looks like a garden or something. Let’s go there.”

Felewin strode over in that direction.

“Won’t that be a violation? Aren’t we fair game?” Hrelgi asked.

“Castle grounds are allowed,” said Felewin. “I don’t plan on sleeping during this brief walk. Do memorize where we are.”

“Of course,” said Hrelgi. “Oh.”

The iron gates squealed as Felewin opened them, but then they were in a sad tangle of a garden. One small corner was well-tended, with herbs growing there. “Someone comes here,” Felewin observed.

Looking up the castle, he observed boarded up windows of a shape that suggested stained glass. Farther back were more iron gates that led out to some kind of overlook. Fearlessly, Felewin opened those gates as well, and they squealed.

“Want some oil on those,” Felewin said. “Perhaps oil is one of the things the Vistani don’t bring through, though a good whetstone needs it.”

Felewin went all the way to the back and looked over the edge. Rain obscured his vision, but he saw a great drop. A flash of lightning illuminated the village of Barovia barely visible far below them below a layer of fog. Felewin played the light of the lantern along the wall. “See anything, Ninefingers or Uthrilir?”[9]

“Some kind of construction down there,” said Ninefingers. “Three windows? Still about sixty paces down, and no idea how one would get there.”

“Hmm,” said Felewin “Well, it’s cold and wet out here. Shall we leave?”

“Gladly,” said Hrelgi. She had marked the part in her grimoire, so she checked it and said the words.[10] A large rend appeared in the air. Felewin stepped through it; then Ninefingers, then Uthrilir. Once she was sure they were clear, Hrelgi stepped through and closed the rend.

Chapter 26 Festival of the Sun — Chapter 28 Hunted


Game Mechanics

[1] Mythic suggested theme: Create Trials (Close A Thread)

[2] Ninefingers has an awareness of 4, so he can detect a complex door.

[3] Hrelgi rolls 5 on her ≤8 difficulty 2 task so she makes it. Her R+C roll is difficulty -2 and she rolls a 9, making it with margin -1.

[4] In D&D, Strahd has the ability to command people; I’m going to presume that there is some spell on the room that encourages truth telling. And Ninefingers rolls a 12, so…he doesn’t resist at all.

[5] Ismark makes an etiquette roll by a margin of 1.

[6] Uthrilir rolls a 4, so he receives Prophecy and knows it is safe.

[7] Well, let’s update Strahd’s character writeup to include composure.

[8] Hrelgi rolls a 7 on Magica Sphaera, giving her a margin of 2.

[9] Ninefingers rolls a 4 on Investigation, making his roll by margin 3, beating the difficulty of 2. Uthrilir rolls an 11, never mind him.

[10] Hrelgi rolls a 4, margin 5, which beats the difficulty of 0. It’s after the fact, but I’m going to say that she made the rend a bit larger.