I don’t think we were prepared for the cold weather when we started our journey, as last night was chilling and I’m sure I saw snow during my watch. We were denied entrance into Krezk until we could prove our value to their commune. We marched to the Wizards of Wine winery to find out more about the delayed shipments. Something the Martikov’s had already told us about. At least this would help us on two tasks.
We were surprised by a old man as we approached the winery. He said he is the patriarch to the Martikov family, Davian Martikov. His dress made it apparent that he is as close to raven kind as his son, Urwin. He stood with his family in the woods as they had been forced from the winery by some “evil” druids. This was hard for Onyx to fathom at first but completely believable when we eventually engaged them. We offered to help them liberate the winery in exchange for some wine so that we may gain entrance to Krezk.
As we approached the scene was resemblance of some horror novella I once read. It was about the dead raising from the graveyards to assault a small town. What we encountered were that of the dead, or Marek would have had a more pleasant time. Our assailants were living plants, twisted vines and branches in humanoid form.
At first, dozens of them would come from the vineyard surrounding us. It seems we live a life of fighting against the odds, but Onyx was quick to summon a pack of badgers from the fey to help us even the numbers. Each minute passing seemed to bring more and more of them. Zhu Li would shatter many of them only to have more take their place. Then they came out of the winery, with druids in tow. These druids meant us great harm with aggravating vines and roots of entanglement coming from the ground. We would break free only to have more casted at us minutes later.
Davian must have called in some help as a few unkindness of raven came to tear apart the twig men. Oddly at one point Onyx casted a spell to destroy some of the creatures, only to wipe out a trio of her own badgers. I wonder if the fey will remember this tragedy?
We would prevail, as we have seemed to do quite well. The Martikov’s were approaching as they could see we were winning. Eddie for some reason was quite adamant about taking one of the druids staffs, they were at one point taking it back and forth from each other like a pair of toddlers fight for a rattle. Onxy felt that the druid that wielded it, spoke something about it being the staff of the vampire.
All seems saddening as the Martikov’s found that the druids had destroyed all of the wine vaults. They had also stolen magical gems that helped the vineyards grow and produce the various grape used to make the wine. These are needed to survive the long days of rain and little sun, something that may sent to them by Strahd. Can he really control the weather?
There were 6 barrels left and a handful of bottles. We have asked Davian to allow us to deliver the 6 barrels to Krezk. He is aware of the impact the lack of wine will have on the general population of Barovia. Davian believes that the druids of a place called Yester Hill have two of the gems, while some old handmaiden of Strahd held the third.
The party was to decide the course of action. I chose to leave that to them, I am only a squire.