[[1490-12-21|21 Nightal 1490 >>]] ## 20 Nightal 1490 Today was not a very good day. I haven't managed to get turned around in a forest since I was a child. And yet tonight I sleep in Barovia, which is a town that I vaguely recall existing, but don't recall seeing on any Rashemen maps. I suspect magic may be involved – just my fucking luck. It's also just my luck that I would find myself in a village full of people who are either dead, depressed, racist, or some combination of the three. And this is after an encounter with an uncomfortable amount of ravens and a sentient scarecrow. But at least I have a place to sleep, I suppose. Along with clean water. I have a way out, I think, and a way to earn some money on top of that. It'd be a simple escort job; that is, if it weren't for the fact that the woman is being (possibly romantically) pursued by a vampire named Strahd. I just hope Ismark's coin is worth the trouble of taking Ireena to Vallaki. There's also the fact that this job won't be done alone. It's been a long year since I've played on a team – hell, it's been a long year since I've been near enough people to even think to form a team. I'm not sure how to feel about the two of them. Skoll and Nia are...interesting. Nia seems mostly normal – compared to Skoll, at least. She can't be much older than me in terms of maturity. She doesn't talk much, but those who look as sickly as her rarely do. I am curious about that green ribbon she wears on her left arm; it certainly doesn't seem to match the rest of her style. Though perhaps I shouldn't judge. I am no paragon of fashion myself. Where Skoll is concerned, I have little to say on his fashion – "caked in mud" seems to be more his style. Which, as a moon druid who lives in a bog, makes sense. Then there's his eyes – bright, mismatched eyes with seemingly liquid pupils. They're a little fascinating, honestly. He tried to feed me worms. It kind of pissed me off, but I found myself not caring all too much after he made it clear that he has even less of an idea of what's going on than I do. The little guy is starting to grow on me the way that a fungus might. Whatever the case, I can't help but hope that I'll be rid of them soon. I don't mind company as much as I like to pretend, but those two keep getting me in situations where I come dangerously close to owing them one. And I can't have that. Tommorow morning we will prepare for the journey ahead. A quick stop at a funeral for Ismark and Ireena's late father, and we'll be off for half a day's trip to Vallaki. I am hoping that luck will be with me; but if not, I am no stranger to pushing through regardless. --- ## Page Tags/Properties **Tags:** #Journal **Category:** [[Journals and Writings.base|Journals and Writings]] **Character:** [[Krue d'Avenir|Krue]] **Campaign:** [[Curse of Strahd]] **Date ([[Calendar of Harptos|Harptos]]):** 12/20/1490