Character Notes

Chaya's Journal #7

On the Road to Vallaki from the Winery The sun is setting behind us, painting the sky in shades of blood and fire, and I cannot decide if it is...

Chaya's Journal #7

On the Road to Vallaki from the Winery The sun is setting behind us, painting the sky in shades of blood and fire, and I cannot decide if it is...

Chaya's Journal #5

Date Unknown, Vallaki  Vallaki is… different. The walls are high, the people smile more, and laughter echoes in the streets. Compared to the grim silence of Barovia, it is almost...

Chaya's Journal #5

Date Unknown, Vallaki  Vallaki is… different. The walls are high, the people smile more, and laughter echoes in the streets. Compared to the grim silence of Barovia, it is almost...

Chaya's Journal #4

Entry Date Unknown, Barovia Sleep is a distant memory. I am tired, more than I have ever been, but the weight of what we have seen, what we have done,...

Chaya's Journal #4

Entry Date Unknown, Barovia Sleep is a distant memory. I am tired, more than I have ever been, but the weight of what we have seen, what we have done,...

Chaya's Journal #3

Date Unknown, Barovia The shadows lengthen with every passing moment, and I feel the weight of this place pressing harder upon me. Tonight, I write by candlelight, my eyes heavy...

Chaya's Journal #3

Date Unknown, Barovia The shadows lengthen with every passing moment, and I feel the weight of this place pressing harder upon me. Tonight, I write by candlelight, my eyes heavy...

Curse of Strahd: Chaya's Journal #2

Curse of Strahd: Chaya's Journal #2

Father Donavich welcomed us and another lost soul, Lucian, a man who, like us, was drawn into this cursed land by the mists...

Curse of Strahd: Chaya's Journal #2

Father Donavich welcomed us and another lost soul, Lucian, a man who, like us, was drawn into this cursed land by the mists...

Curse of Strahd: Chaya's Journal #1

Curse of Strahd: Chaya's Journal #1

The air here feels heavy, oppressive, as though the very land mourns its own existence. It chills me in ways I cannot explain, and yet, it is not the cold...

Curse of Strahd: Chaya's Journal #1

The air here feels heavy, oppressive, as though the very land mourns its own existence. It chills me in ways I cannot explain, and yet, it is not the cold...