The party’s most recent attempt into the carpenters home was meant to be a sacred retrieval, but it became a blood-soaked retreat. The trio coven of vampires—ancient, elegant, and cruel—guarded the saint’s bones with a zeal born of dark pacts and centuries of hunger. Their assault was swift and merciless. Zelmore, already marked by death once before, was consumed by the trio, his final scream echoing like a curse. The vampires claimed him a second time, and this time, there would be no resurrection.

Zydane, the ranger, fell in the fray—his body broken, his fate sealed. Yet hours later, he appeared at the church doors, untouched by blade or fang, his eyes hollow with secrets. He spoke little, save for a cryptic admission: he had made a bargain. With whom, he would not say. But the air around him felt colder, and the shadows seemed to linger longer in his presence.

The survivors fled with nothing but grief and questions. The bones of Saint Andral remained in the vampires’ grasp. The party’s wounds, both physical and spiritual, would take longer to heal than any spell could promise. Something had shifted in the balance. And Zydane’s return, though welcome, felt less like a miracle and more like a warning.

A new hero has joined the group a bard who has called from afar by the often seen Rictavio. Our heroes decided to reach out to Lady Watcher for some aid. Given that she needed some time, she asked the heroes to speak to the son of the former Burgomaster of Villaki. Speaking with the Victor Vallakovich  our heroes discovered that lady watchers daughter and the boy followed an ancient ritual to try and flew the cursed land of Barovia. Sadly there effort somehow tethered Stellas spirit to an in-between place where she is being hunted by…something.