Puns & Potions

As all falls silent once more and shadows finally withdraw, we find our adventurers facing a truth much darker than they expected. Now that we understand a bit more about how they came to be, we must ask: What will become of them?

Sounds of cackling laughter, mystical spells, and sloshing bog water fills the air as the fight rages on with the ruins of Berez as their backdrop. Will they be able to shrug off the arcane tricks and prevail against this vile witch? What will become of them if they do?

From basement vampires to possessed orphans, druidic legions to revenant armies, the party has been through a lot. Who would have thought that in this long-forgotten and ruined old town would come the heaviest revelation yet?

Despite the general unease between our favorite band of adventurers, they set out on their continued mission. While they'd been warned to be careful, as things get tense, caution starts being thrown to the wind. Where will these winds of fate carry them next?

With the spirit of Argynvost vanquished, our party is feeling exceptionally triumphant as this stint of their journey to save the realm seemingly comes to a close. That is until a stranger of many faces makes a visit and begins to sow seeds of discord. What do they want and what are they willing to give?

Sending a horrific roar into the rainy night sky, the fearsome dragon phantasm challenges our intrepid heroes to prove themselves worthy. Atop the roof of Argynvostholt they shall come to blows, but who will reign victorious?

Our adventurers are running out of dusty corridors to explore in this old, dilapidated castle and have yet to find the supposed allies they've been searching for. With a singular large chamber and the looming presence of a haunted dais remaining, is this what it's all been leading towards?

With some intricate investigation and clever spellcasting, the party starts getting answers to their questions, but it all leads to an even greater mystery. Again. What did this fort stand for, and what brought it down? What's the history behind this knightly order of... what?

The halls of Argynvostholt turn quiet once more in the aftermath of an ardent hammer toss, but the cautious (or not-so-cautious) search continues. The party may be in search of answers but, in dusty halls and cobweb-ridden rooms, there's little to find. How long until they find something they weren't ready to see?

As our heroes continue to stalk the not-so-abandoned halls of the gargantuan fortress, they find themselves suddenly separated by a rapidly appearing wall of stone. Perhaps they shouldn't run off chasing figures made of smoke? Was it simply escaping or did it lead them into the trap?

As they lurk around the creepy and dilapidated fort known as Argynvostholt, the party is starting to get some shivers down their spine. Ever-burning candles, swaying chandeliers, gargantuan shadows on the walls, and shrieking ghostly knights are just the beginning of it all. What could possibly be around the next corner?

The party has been hearing murmurings and rumors about an ancient legion of soldiers that defended the lands of Barovia several centuries ago, but where have they gone? To find more answers, they set out to a hillside fort in the west of the valley to investigate. What will they find? Friend or foe?

The adventurers have left the company and safety of their new accomplice and made their back to Vallaki on the suspicious trail of... dolls? They know who makes them, and who buys them, but what for?

The adventurers are on their way to cracking the hard exterior arrogance of a brand new potential ally. But when things don't seem to be going their way, they aren't mad, they're just disappointed. Will the party actually be able to win the mad mage over to their side?

Having saved the mad mage from the crazed machinations of his mind, the adventurers stand starstruck at who he truly is. What does he know, and how can he help them? Or does it turn out that they really are in over their head and out on their own?

What waited for them within was a singular white box of a room with a gargoyle and a giant door. Our intrepid and curious adventurers have barged in and begun to unravel the mystery of the mad mage's chamber, but what lies before them at the end of it all? Will they even make it that far?

The dastardly and mysterious old mage has disappeared into a glowing white door in the middle of a ramshackle shack in the middle of an island lake. What else would our adventurers do but go in after him? What waits for them within?

An elk in the woods turns out to be a strange old man with powers of the arcane crackling in his eyes. What will the party make of this? Have they turned over a stone to find friend or foe?

The adventurers continue their short moment of respite in Vallaki, with shopping and general merriment. Gifts are given, and a picnic is had! Nothing could go wrong, right?

Our adventurers are back in Vallaki with some kids to return, pockets full of gold, a little bit of time to spare, and some heavy shopping to do. What will they buy? Will they be able to haggle their way through the town? Or perhaps they're only here to haggle for information?

With a new alpha declared and treasure discovered, the party departs the werewolf den back toward their old stomping ground, but not without a stop at the winery. What will they drink? How much will they drink? Will they be hungover in the morning?

A choir of howls meets the ears of our adventurers, just as they're attempting to deal with a werewolf pup. They might be in over their heads this time, but perhaps they can pull it off? Can they pound their chests and stand up to the alpha wolf?

The party has made their way into the den of wolves relatively unscathed, but something more devious may lie somewhere in those tunnels. What will they find? Will they be able to do it before the pack returns and completes the hunt?

The party can't count their lucky stars just yet as evil stills resides in the valley. With the help of Davian and the wereravens, they make their way into the den of wolves. Will they bite off more than they can chew?

With a hand inside this demonic druid statue that's rampaging across the grasslands, can the adventuring party take hold of their destiny and wretch it from its chest? The thrilling encounter comes to a close, but who still stands at the end of it all?