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Ireena raises her shield and draws her longsword. "Countessa, get behind me!"

Melee: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Ireena takes her hand away from the stab wound. It looks nasty, but not life-threatening. Thanks, Countessa. "I've had worse, but I'm not really up for another fight at the moment."

She looks around on the floor. "They turned Theodora into a toad! Where is she?"

As the hag backs out of the door, Ireena grimaces in pain, retrieves a flask from her satchel, pulls the cork out with her teeth, and swallows the liquid therein.

Potion of cure light wounds Heals: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Ireena continues to attack the hag

Power Attack, haste

Longsword #1: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 4 = 15

Longsword #2: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 4 = 15

AOO v. witch: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 4 = 12

Ireena moves past Petracleus, trying to avoid the hag's dagger, but she slips on the guts of the smashed spiders. She is subject to an AOO from the hag.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 4 = -1

Power Attack, inspire courage, haste

Melee v. hag: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 4 = 11

...but her leather boots cannot gain decent footing on the slippery gunk of smashed spiders, and her attack is wild.

Ireena yelps in pain as the dagger cuts deeply into her. She then realizes that Petracleus has been fighting the Varisian witch all by himself, and moves in, striking at her.

Bless, inspire courage, Power Attack

Longsword: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 + 4 = 12

Fort save (DC 11): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 ...success

Ireena steps out of the spider swarm and presses her attack on the hag

Inspire courage, bless.

Power attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 + 4 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Ireena scans the room for where the quasit might be, but doesn't seem to be able to pinpoint it. She then moves to the doorway, trying to strike the demon that Celowyn is fighting.

In the same square as the diminutive Toadodora.

Bless, inspire courage, demon and Ireena have cover from each other

+1 longsword: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 27
Slashing damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 = 13

Ireena takes an interest to the pages seemingly torn out of a book that details the occult ritual.

"I've heard tale of such a ritual, but I've never seen it detailed! This may very well keep Strahd himself from entering this chamber!"

She then looks to the east. "Has anyone checked that door?"

Ireena also cautiously enters the room, her hand clenched on the hilt of her sword. She answers Strahd's question. "You know which painting she means. The one of me..."

Strahd meets Ireena's gaze and the two lock eyes. She removes her hand from her sword.

Ireena half-smirks then shakes her head. "I hope you drank a LOT, Daimon. A fire like that will need several gallons of water to put out. I think you're only going to make a lot of stinky steam."

Ireena walks over to the painting with a dumbfounded expression. She stands before it, staring at it intently. "I've... I've... never seen this painting before. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that was a painting of me... but it isn't! I've never worn a dress like that, nor have I ever sat for a portrait!" She looks back at the rest of you. "How can this be?"

She then leans in close to the portrait, and points to a small plate at the bottom of the frame. "It says, 'Tatyana Stefanova.'" She turns around to face you. "I have never heard that name before!"

To Celowyn's question, she responds, "My family has lived in Barovia for centuries... from even before Strahd came to power." She looks back at the painting. "Although, like I said, I have never heard that name before."

"Well, I guess she's locking herself in for now, at least. I guess she's as safe as one can be in this place." She then looks at the double-doors leading out of the room and then glances back to the now-closed secret door.

"I think we're done here. Which way?"

With a look of horror, Ireena exclaims, "By the gods!"

Ireena regards Verran with a look that's half horror and half pity. She puts her hand on his shoulder and says, "I'm so sorry. And I thought we had it bad in Barovia!"

Ireena notices Petracleus and Countessa both looking at her intently with magically-glowing eyes and whispering together. Her expression becomes both puzzled and concerned. "What?"

Ireena leans toward Petracleus and whispers, "I'm not sure... but old Mary Ruczika lives by herself in a townhouse on Manor Street. 'Mad Mary' we call her... They say that ever since her husband died about fifteen years ago, she's been kind of touched in the head. Mary doesn't come out much, and never lets anyone inside her home... I wonder if she's been hiding a daughter in there all these years..."

"Wait... Did you say that your name was Gertruda Ruczika? Is your mother Mary Ruczika who lives on Manor Street?"

At that, Gertruda pauses in her dancing and looks at Ireena apprehensively.

Ireena says, "Huh. When we don't call him 'the devil,' we've always called him 'Count Strahd,' as far as I know. Of course, we're cut off from the rest of the world, so there's no way to appeal to the king."

Ireena nods at Celowyn's comment. "That makes sense, actually. Tales tell of a group of adventurers that came to town about a hundred years ago. They went up to the castle to challenge Strahd, but were never seen again. Strahd himself didn't come to the village for almost ten years after that..." She then looks at the ghost of Lady Shantia and continues, "...so I guess you must have seriously hurt him, at least."

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

"Do you hear that...?"

Ireena unsheathes her sword, her gace grimacing at the pain of the spider venom still in her muscles.

Ireena shudders slightly at the gloom on the landing. She glances up the stairway, then down the hallway, then back down the stairs. Glancing between Verran and Celowyn, she whispers, "I'm not sure if Strahd's horrors are worse upstairs or below!"

Her longsword is drawn, regardless.

Drawn longsword in her right hand, Ireena looks around the room.

"This place just keeps getting creepier."

As Merrick turns to leave the dining room with Strahd, Ireena shakes her head, slowly at first, then with more vigor. She opens her mouth to speak, but momentarily seems at a loss for words. She then finds them.

"Merrick, don't go off alone with him. It's not safe!"

Ireena has been rather quiet at the questions posed to the Count, but she bristles angrily at Strahd's non-denial to the question of being a vampire, and his denial of attacking her home. With his declaration of might makes right, Irenna seems unable to contain herself anymore.

"With all due respect, my lord, we all know the truth. You have ruled this land for centuries yet no one has seen you by light of day. The creatures of the night that stalk this land do your bidding, and yours alone. And when you speak of your army, we know you mean an army of walking dead! And I will never be your queen—whether you are a living man or not!"

At that, she holds her glass of wine beside her and upends it, pouring its contents onto the floor.

With a barely-concealed look of disgust, Ireena says, "With all due respect, my lord, I will have to decline your proposal."

"Daimon, you mean the Talisman of Barovia? Well, it's very beautiful. It looks like a stylized dagger with a wide crossguard, and is made of gold and mithril. In the center is a stylized raven symbol. Around the raven are holy symbols of Erasitl, Sarenrae, Desna, Shelyn, Pharasma, Abadar, and Aroden. It's fairly large: about eight inches long, and it weighs about two pounds. When last I saw it, it also had a heavy golden chain that was long enough to hang it around your neck."

Looking around, she adds, "Strahd did invite us to dinner. I'm guessing that the dining room is that way." She points toward the lit corridor to the south.

"According to the histories I've read, Castle Ravenloft was built around the year 4100, when the Zarovich family was granted rulership of County Barovia. Strahd's parents built it, using their personal wealth. It supposedly took 30 years to construct."