Puns & Potions

Our heroes have finally discovered those once-fabled amber giants hidden in the expansive southern mountains. However, the mystery behind the foretold knowledge they hold is still elusive. What trials and tribulations will befall them in uncovering it?

Bravery prevails as our heroes continue to harden against the chilling winds of the mountainside. The expansive view of Barovia lends inspiration to their cause, even without knowing for certain what lies at the peak. Will it be their reward, or their greatest fear?

In travelling with caution, our party unknowingly allowed their pursuers to gain significant ground. Now they're face-to-face with more powerful assailants and the ground is completely out of sight behind distant mists. Will they back down? Or be pushed to the edge?

The frigid trek up the mountain begins. Days are spent trudging through the landscape as clouds grey over the optimistic heads of our adventurers. What waits for them at the summit? Will they even get there alive?

As our party reflects on what has befallen them, and search for resolutions, they find they may have less available assistance than desired. Will they be able to call for aid? Or will they simply find solace in each other?

Looking towards the southern mountains, our party prepares for the arduous journey ahead with some well-deserved shopping. Will they walk away with bargains? Or will they be stricken with the feeling of empty palms?

Yet again standing in the aftermath of battle, our party's heavy breaths hang in the furthest moments of the night. As death takes the assailants, will it also take valuable knowledge of this dreadful game being played in Barovia?

Our party springs from a disturbed slumber in pursuit of their aggressors. Poisoned blades swing and barbed bolts fly through the depths of dusk. While they may survive, what greater danger does this forebode for the future?

Beckoning out into the endless void, one of our heroes seeks to understand their purpose. With quill in hand, another contemplates their own journey. Will these distractions allow lurkers in the night to remain unseen until it's too late?

Trudging through the bog was one thing, but slugging the remains of a primordial being is another. Our heroes make their way back to the hallowed mausoleum and gaze upon both radiant light and endless darkness. What will they make of it and where will it guide them?