Curse of Strahd

Ogg Journal, Witches and Wagers:

Tel-Tale Heart

“Brandy, you’ve a fine girl,
What a good wife you would be
But my life, my love and my lady is the sea.”

Arkansas Sloth, Ark and a Loft, Arcanaloth! Fresh from our vict’ry o’er the cheap-shottin’ arcanaloth and it’s statue bird’s nest, we nursed our wounds and counted our blessin’s. I bandaged Jillian’s wounds, and she bared her teeth in a strange way. I wasn’t sure if she was tryin’ to smile or gettin’ ready to bite me. There were two images I can’t get out of my head. The first is Tel divin’ head first into the statue and to the danger. The second is of Lei and Lissie almost dyin’ from a fire trap. We can be brave, but we can also be daft. This is why I’m so protective of Lei. She has a steadfast bow, but a weak stern.

Our rest was cut short. We heard voices in the distance, echoin’ down the hall. 3 voices. 3 female voices. 3 old female voices… fightin’ over somethin’. Lissie went to get a listen. She noticed the old women with their brooms, tryin’ to get into a door. One of the magic doors we haven’t been able to open, cuz magic. Jillian made one of her clones and went and chin-wagged with the old hags. Lei actually caught on and kept in her own loud chat to sell the distraction. Tel jumped into the hallway, ready to seduce them with his dwarvish wiles, usin’ his pelvic sorcery. I thought they looked like witches, so I told the group to attack quickly, not lettin’ the old hags speak or get to their brooms. Lissie made me proud with a new water blast she formed from her hands. I wonder if Lei’s wild magic can spread.

After we bested the witches, the crew checked out the magic door. I was more concerned about the witches, dead they may be. I noticed some weird witch tattoos on them. I thought they might open somethin’, or fetch some coin from any monster hunters. I carved out the tattoos and prepped the skin for dryin’ and storin’ in my bag.

Tel had a necklace that seemed to beat to a rhythm. He was lead by it to a metallic creature! Jillian calls it a Shield Guardian. It seems to respond to Tel. It even has a name. Jakarion. Well I suppose it will follow and guard Tel as long as he wears the necklace. The stone guard was taller than even me! It pointed out magic words we needed to speak to access these magic doors. Though, inside these doors were only the dealin’s of our death.

Each sealed room was filled with coffins, each with a deal to alter fate. Jillian went up and spoke to each one, but declined them, one by one. She said that deals are never free, but she still sought out the next offer. I took that time to teach Lissie to play pirate dice. She won every time. She just knew when I was bluffin’ and when she had bested me! It was truly a marvel to witness. I will have to practice my Thjree-Dragon Ante face if I want to best her.

We explored more of the lower rooms, and one room was filled with treasure! But avast! It beheld a Dark Father of evil! We fought with the force of a cannonball. We bested this evil, and discovered a magical talkin’ sword. This must be the sword of legend we sought! Those gypsy cards were right!

“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed! —tear up the planks! here, here! —It is the beating of his hideous heart!”

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