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Dumbwaiter Dumbwaiter
Behind a small door in the southwest corner of the A dumbwaiter in the corner of the west wall has a button
kitchen is a dumbwaiter—a 2-foot-wide stone shaft con- on the wall next to it. Pressing the button rings the tiny
taining a wooden elevator box attached to a simple rope- bell in area 4A.
and-pulley mechanism that must be operated manually.
The shaft connects to areas 7A (the servants’ quarters) 8. Library
and 12A (the master bedroom). Hanging on the wall The master of the house used to spend many hours here
next to the dumbwaiter is a tiny brass bell attached by before his descent into madness.
wires to buttons in those other areas.
A Small character can squeeze into the elevator box
with a successful DC 10 Dexterity (Acrobatics) check. Red velvet drapes cover the windows of this room. An
The dumbwaiter’s rope-and-pulley mechanism can sup- exquisite mahogany desk and a matching high-back chair
port 200 pounds of weight before breaking. face the entrance and the fireplace, above which hangs
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Strahd’s Invitation
My friends,
Know łhał ił is I who hav broughł you ło łhis
land, my home, and know łhał I alon ca
releas you from ił. I bid you din ał my casłle
so łhał w ca meeł i civilized surroundings.
Your passag her will b a saf one. I awaił
your arrival.
Your hosł,
S t rahd von Zarovich
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From the Tome of Strahd
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very słrong. I would noł b called “deałh” so soon. I
made a pacł wiłh deałh, a pacł of blood. O łh day of
łh wedding, I killed Sergei, my brołher. My pacł was
sealed wiłh his blood.
I found Tałyana weeping i łh garde asł of
łh chapel. Sh fled from me. Sh would noł eł m
explain, and a greał anger swelled wiłhi me. Sh had
ło undersłand łh pacł I made for her. I pursued her.
F inally, i despair, sh flung herself from łh walls of
Ravenlofł, and I wałched veryłhing I ver wanłed fall
from my grasp forever.
Ił was a łhousand feeł łhrough łh misłs. N o łrac of
her was ver found. N oł ve I know her fina fałe.
Arrows from łh casłle guards pierced m ło my
soul, buł I did noł die. N or did I ive. I becam
undead, forever.
I hav słudied much sinc łhen. “Vampyr” is my
new name. I słill usł for if and youłh, and I curs
łhe iving łhał łook łhe from me. Eve łh su is
againsł me. Ił is łh sun and iłs ighł I fear łhe mosł,
buł iłłle lse can harm me now. Even a słake łhrough
my hearł does noł kill me, łhough ił holds me from
movemenł. Buł łhe sword, łhał cursed sword łhał Sergei
broughł! I musł dispose of łhał awful łool! I fear and
hałe ił as much as łhe sun.
I have ofłen hunłed for Tałyana. I have ven felł her
wiłhin my grasp, buł she scapes. She łaunłs me! She
łaunłs me! Whał will ił łake ło bend her ove ło me?
I now reside far below Ravenlofł. I ive among łhe
dead and sleep beneałh łhe very słones of łhis hollow casłle
of despair. I shall seal shuł łhe walls of łhe słairs łhał
none may disłurb me.
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Journal of Rudolph van Richten
For more than three decades now, I have undertaken to investigate and
expose creatures of darkness to the purifying light of truth and knowledge.
“Hero” I am named in some circles; “sage” and “master hunter” I am called
in others. That I have survived countless supernatural assaults is seen
as a marvel among my peers; my name is spoken with fear and loathing
among my foes.
In truth, this “virtuous” calling began as an obsessive effort to destroy a
vampire that murdered my child, and it has become for me a tedious and
bleak career. Even as my life of hunting monsters began, I felt the weight
of time on my weary shoulders. Today I am a man who has simply lived too
long. Like a regretful lich, I find myself inexorably bound to an existence
I sought out of madness and, seemingly, must now endure for all eternity.
Of course I shall die, but whether I shall ever rest in my grave haunts my
idle thoughts, and torments me in my dreams.
I expect that those who think me a hero will change their minds when
they know the whole truth about my life as a hunter of the unnatural.
Nevertheless, I must reveal, here and now, that I have been the indirect
yet certain cause of many deaths, and the loss of many good friends.
Mistake me not! I do not merely feel sorry for myself. Rather, I come to
grips with a devastating realization: I now see that I am the object of a
baleful Vistani curse. More tragically, the nature of this hex is such that I
have not borne the brunt of it; instead, far worse, those who surround me
have fallen victim to it!
I have related the tragic story of how my only child Erasmus was taken
by Vistani and sold to a vampire. I explained how Erasmus was made a
minion of the night stalker, and how it was my miserable part to free him
from that fate at the point of a stake. What I have neglected to illuminate
before is how I tracked Erasmus’s kidnappers across the land, or how I
“extracted” Erasmus’s whereabouts from them.
In fact, the Vistani took Erasmus with my own, unwitting permission.
They had brought an extremely ill member of their tribe to me one evening
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and insisted that I treat him, but I was unable to save the young man’s
life. In fear of their retribution, I begged the Vistani to take anything of
mine if only they would withhold their terrifying powers, of which I knew
nothing. To my lasting astonishment, they chose to surreptitiously take my
son in exchange for their loss! By the time I realized what had occurred,
they were already an hour gone.
Incensed beyond reason, I strapped the body of the dead young man
to my horse and doggedly followed the Vistani caravan through the woods,
naively allowing the sun to set before me without seeking shelter from the
night. Shortly after darkness fell, I was beset by undead that would have
slain me, had not their master—a lich—intervened and spared my life, for
reasons that I do not completely understand. He somehow detected me and,
with his powerful magic, took control of a pack of zombies that wandered
in the forest. He spoke to me through the mouths of the dead things and
placed a magic ward against undead on me, then animated the dead
Vistana and bade it tell me where I could find its people. Unfortunately
(I say in hindsight), the plan worked. I found the child-stealers, and my
unwelcome entourage included a growing horde of voracious undead that
could not touch me, thanks to the lich’s ward.
When I found the caravan, I threatened to set the zombies on the Vistani
unless they returned my dear boy. They replied that he had been sold to
the vampire, Baron Metus. Something inside me snapped. I released the
zombies, and the entire tribe was eaten alive.
Yet the story has not ended. Before she died, the leader cursed me,
saying, “Live you always among monsters, and see everyone you love die
beneath their claws!” Even now, so many years later, I can hear her
words with painful clarity. A short time later, I found my dear Erasmus
made into a vampire. He begged me to end his curse, which I did with a
heavy heart. The darkness had torn him from my loving arms forever, and I
foolishly believed that the curse had exacted its deadly toll. I wept until an
insatiate desire for vengeance filled the bottomless rift in my heart.
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Kolyan Indirovich’s Letter (Version 2)
Journal of Argynvost
My knights have fallen, and t his land is lost. The armies of my enemy will not be stopped by sword or
spell, claw or fang. Today I will die, not avenging t hose who have fallen, but defending t hat which I
love—t his valley, t his home, and t he ideals of t he Order of t he Silver Dragon.
The evil surrounds me. The t ime has come to t hrow of f t his guise and show t hese heat hens my
true fearsome form. Let it spark terror in t heir hearts! Let t hem tell t heir stories of dark triumph
against t he protector of t he Balinok Mountains! Let Argynvost be remembered as a dragon of honor
and valor. My one regret is t hat my remains will not lie in t heir right ful place, in t he hallowed
mausoleum of Argynvost holt. No doub t my bones will be scat tered among my enemies like t he coins
of a plundered hoard, trophies of a hard-won victory.
I do not fear deat h. Though my body will die, my spirit will live on. Let it serve as a beacon of
light against t he darkness. Let it bring hope to a land wrought wit h despair.
Now, to bat t le! A
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