D&D Curse of Strahd Player’s Report: Session 37
Session 37 of our weekly online Curse of Strahd Dungeons & Dragons game began with us trapped in a basement, the only exit guarded by six vampires.
Session 37 of our weekly online Curse of Strahd Dungeons & Dragons game began with us trapped in a basement, the only exit guarded by six vampires.
Last night was the 36th session in our online D&D Curse of Strahd campaign. Our party, Engong and Her Associates were trying to save our friend Ireena.
Last night was session 35 in our D&D Curse of Strahd campaign, we explored Lady Wachta’s mansion, it was pitch black and only half of us had Darkvision.
Session 34 of D&D Curse of Strahd campaign saw our adventuring party continue a stealth mission in Lady Wachta’s Mansion. There were almost no hiccups.
Last night was the 33rd session in our ‘Curse of Strahd’ D&D campaign. We had a reading from Madam Eva, one player was a squirrel, and we planned a heist.
Last night was session 32 in our online Curse of Strahd D&D campaign. We had made it to Vallaki, but would we ever lose our mysterious masked chaperones?
Last night was session 31 in our online Curse of Strahd D&D game. Could we escape the zombies? And would we finally make it back to Vallaki?
Last night was the thirtieth episode in our Skype-based Dungeons & Dragons campaign. We started the session in desperate need of some healing but there wasn’t much chance of that.
Deciding he’d heard enough, Kosef turned to return to his party. He began to crawl back but stopped abruptly as he felt the bulge in his top pocket begin to shake. The scorpion began wriggling violently and with an audible POP! and a flash of light, the pocket exploded and Gimble Timbers fell straight onto the prostrate rogue. “Urgh!”
Last night was the 28th episode in our Dungeons & Dragons online Curse of Strahd campaign and it was tough, tense and very nearly ended in total disaster.
Kosef made his way along the corridor, silent as an ant in a tavern. Gimble Timbers watched, not daring to breathe. At the door, Kosef could hear Davian the Vintner, but didn’t recognize the refined voice that replied. Unsure of the voice’s owner, Kosef ushered his friend forward. Gimble Timbers put his ear to the oak door, heard the man, and in a second all of the blood had drained from his face. There could be no mistaking that voice. STRAHD!
Session 25 in our online Dungeons & Dragons ‘Curse of Strahd’ campaign was short and to the point. Literally. Due to unexpected work commitments, childcare issues, and technical glitches, our normal two-and-a-half-hour Skype session was cut to just one hour. Our DM still managed to pack in a whole load of stuff into such a short time though. Including setting up a meeting with Strahd himself!
Baräsh and Engong both readied themselves to dash down the hill after their fallen comrade. But they were shocked to see Kosef dive down first. He landed where Victor’s body lay.
Last night was the 23rd session in my D&D group’s ‘Curse of Strahd’ campaign. We have been playing once per week over Skype and for the most part have managed to survive our time in vampire and horror suffused Barovia.
The 22nd session of my Dungeons & Dragons group’s play through of ‘Curse of Strahd’ was strange and full of tension. We had traveled from the Wizards of Wines winery to Krezk in search of an Abbot who we had been told could heal our friend. When we arrived at the gates, there was some hostility, but once we mentioned that we had wine, they allowed us in.
They had only been travelling for a couple of hours when Engong and Her Associates heard the commotion on the road ahead. If only they’d known it was Victor, the idiot wizard son of the ex-burgomaster of Vallaki.
This was the 20th visit to Barovia in my D&D group’s ongoing ‘Curse of Strahd’ campaign. Only one of our party has died (properly) so far. As we began, I couldn’t help but think that statistic was soon about to change.
The oppressive Barovian mists closed in around the party as they made their way down the winding shingled path towards the Wizards of Wines winery. They could see the wooden dilapidated construct looming ominously out of the fog one hundred yards ahead.
As the heroes crossed the fields to the south, Vallaki burned behind them. Thick black clouds billowed up from the town in immense pillars that pushed back the sky. Engong and Her Associates felt no guilt.
As he looked over his shoulder, Kosef saw thick pillars of black smoke billowing from the shattered stained glass windows and three figures mischievously hurrying away from the church. They quickly caught up with him and a taciturn nod from the gnome was all that needed to be said.
At that moment Engong came smashing through the window. She had climbed to the roof and used Kosef’s rope of binding to swing heroically into Victor’s dormitory. Stunned and panicked, Victor began furiously turning the pages of his mystical tome.
Everyone in the tavern heard Izek’s body break. His two henchmen stood, paralyzed by the shock of what they had just seen. Irwin drew his shortsword for the first time in many years, “EVERYBODY GET OUT!” he shouted. “You have doomed us all.”
Session 14: New beginnings Last night’s session in our ‘D&D Curse of Strahd’ campaign saw a new dawn in Barovia and two new members join the party. We must be getting pretty confident with this Skype thing to allow someone new to travel with us – let’s just hope the Paladin’s internet connection is up […]
As Baräsh crossed the threshold of the church he turned and saw Kevon in the vampire’s clutches. Strahd’s focus was now entirely upon the tiefling, his mouth open revealing two sharp extended incisors that closed around Kevon’s neck. He did not struggle as Strahd drained his blood.
Engong awoke as the guards roughly locked her into the stockade. She could hear Baräsh in the stocks next to her softly humming a dragonborn hymn. “Great,” she thought, “he’s here.”
Ignoring the coffin maker’s plea, Baräsh looked down at the glowing holy bones and smiled. His holy quest was about to be completed, and he could return to Barovia with the saint’s remains to help Donavich restore his church.
A finely dressed man sat alone at a table in the corner. Conspicuous due to his brightly coloured shirt with extended cuffs and ruffled collar, exposing a rather hairy chest and large gold medallion. The man introduced himself as Rictavio,
The monk lit a torch and the gnome started to glow. Out of the silence, a soul-rending screech was heard that got louder as it echoed around the canyon, a damned soul howling into the darkness. Oh dear.
As we entered the tent we saw a hunched figure cradling a crystal ball. “At last you have arrived. Ha ha ha ha,” said Madame Eva. She then proceeded to recount our entire life stories to us. “Do you now wish me to unravel the strands of fate and reveal your future in this accursed land?”
We were scattered around the clearing, recovering from the witch battle as a tall, pale man appeared out of the mists before us. Dressed in a very fine suit and with slicked back hair, he confidently strode towards us, two fierce wolves prowling in file behind. Strahd Von Zarovich…