Rebitten

every interaction is like light yagami trying to figure out goku

Donate to Satisfy the Devil Strahd!

Apex predators.

Safest places in barovia frankly

You stupid whores are supposed to be on watch

Worship like a dog.

It seems like the young teifling is good for something other than squealing and playing music afterall, she is a shockingly effective supplier. She has maps and markings of nearly every herb and imbibable that is grown in this valley. In one day after some brief conversation she was able to provide me with nearly a pound of already pressed, dried, and fully prepared wolfsbane, though she did so with a look of discomfort. She said if I needed to buy anything else she could provide it, and if she didn't have it on hand she'd be able to find it with quick work. Shes quite the useful little thing afterall.

I have seen the lady make her way outside of the walls and into the forests late in the night. She comes out before daybreak, dirty and on occasion covered in blood. I suspect her to be some sort of beast of the woods. I have heard talk of a hellhound. I may have to deal with the lady shortly, though it pains me to think of removing a doctor from her patients.

Young Master Caspian Delacey is a charming young man. Nephew of the Burgomaster of Vallikai, Edgar Delacey, he is tasked with caring for many of the day to day activities of the city. He hosts the festivals, takes care of many of the small time trading deals between shops within the city, and every three months holds a blood drive, encouraging the people of Vallikai to donate small portions of their blood as an offering to the count to avoid his wrath. Breifly, I saw the rest of his family at the begining of a festival one day, his uncle, mother, father, and cousin. While I could see some resemblance between his cousin and father, the young master looks so similar to his mother it is uncanny. If I believed her smart enough to make a homunculus, I would have no doubt his father had nothing to do with his conception. Caspian was quite fascinated with me when I made my way into town, and one night sat down with me as I ate my dinner at the Blue Water Inn and once I gave him an in he began bombarding me with questions about absolutely anything he could. We talked for nearly four hours of my exploites through the mists, of my traveling circus and the oddities that I have seen, and he sucked up any information I could give him like a sponge. He proved to be quite useful in fact, seemingly an encyclopedia of myth and history (when he could tell them apart) of the valley itself. If given time to think he was fully able to tell me history of the dusk elves before the count even made his way to this area. He was delighted to meet another half elf, and I almost pity the fact that I lied so freely with him when he just wanted some companionship of an intellectual equal. He has a fire in his eyes that is very unusual for a Barovian. Its no wonder his uncle put him in charge of the festivities.