It was a huge, gaunt creature, grinning at us from the chair that rotated around endless buffet tables. Then we went to face Tasha, or the demon that had taken her form. Constance released him from the stitching placed over his eyes and mouth, and we ask him to take Stella from the cart to safety.

Below her was a pile of garbage, ever growing, Alain was there, forced to sweep, though not stopped from hitting his old man about the ears with a broom. One horror after the other, an assembly line of human pies worked by animal-like humanoids, and finally Tasha herself. The cages werenРІР‚в„ўt the only magic in this room, the mattress was filled with trapped souls, which we released. Ghislain convinces her to come close to him before we dispel the barriers, and weРІР‚в„ўre able to keep her safe and dispatch the monsters. Curtains concealed magical cages which held Stella as well as a pair of monsters, clawing at their walls to try to get to the girl. WeРІР‚в„ўve entered what seems to be a bedroom, decorated in garish carnival colors as the rest of this place is. ItРІР‚в„ўs dusk, but we decide that we shouldnРІР‚в„ўt wait to take care of the dream pie addicts, who have locked themselves in IsmarkРІР‚в„ўs manor, which was made to function as their asylum, and begun eating each other. Ismark greeted us, his hair is longer and heРІР‚в„ўs grown a beard.

The land outside the walls is red with blood and strewn with bodies. WeРІР‚в„ўve reached the Village of Barovia, in worse shape than ever. ItРІР‚в„ўll probably bite us in the ass sooner rather than later. Once we defeated her, we destroyed her implements, though when we cut through one of the bags used to collect souls an evil spirit rushed through the room and out the window. A three-headed hag kept children in cages and babies drugged-out and strung up on walls. The windmill was the source of the dream pies, as weРІР‚в„ўd suspected. Presea offered me the Ring of Mind Shielding, and Dara implied that IРІР‚в„ўm somehow more susceptible to StrahdРІР‚в„ўs dealings than the rest of them! I canРІР‚в„ўt fucking believe her. Constance seemed proud of me, in a muted way, saying IРІР‚в„ўd changed. When I told the party of my dream encounter with Strahd, reactions were mixed. Though it seems to be the only thing he brought to wear! He starts hollering about how our people are meant to be sky-clad, and I donРІР‚в„ўt think IРІР‚в„ўve ever liked him more. What is it with Barovian children and magic?) they agree to pack up and leave.Р”Вavian, true to his word, gives Dara the armor in exchange for the final seed. We side ourselves firmly with Louvash, who wishes to leave and stop working for Strahd, and after some negotiation (to Presea negotiation is showing a child the business-end of her axe, though Arabelle seems to be able to hold her own. Near the center of the camp Louvash and Arigal argue about leaving Barovia. KasimirРІР‚в„ўs hut has been cleared out, likely by Kasimir himself. WeРІР‚в„ўve sent a message to Davian, asking him to meet us to exchange the seed, and in the time we have while we wait we stock up on provisions- a few health potions and flasks of holy water, as well as new barding for Socks- before going to investigate the Vistani camp. But any deal with that monster is better off left un-made. It ached to deny him, I want so badly to save her.

He offered another one of his РІР‚ВdealsРІР‚в„ў, my and ConstanceРІР‚в„ўs life (her real life, not her revenancy) in exchange for the Amulet of Ravenkind. He sat, smugly unaffected by my magic and a stake, proving to me that he could not be hurt. My waking mind was cleared of Strahd only to have him appear to me in a dream. From Temerity's journal, muddy from travel.

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