Najoki’s Journal

Shadowfell – June 1854

Kylune is sleeping, it’s another windless night. The fire does nothing to light up the surrounding woods, light doesn’t spread as far in the fell. The meeting with Okran went well tonight. I hate not telling Kylune about Okran. If he knows, he may have hope, and hope makes you weak and lazy. He needs to be strong if this is going to work.

Kylune turned seven this year, it’s been a hard year on the road, I don’t want him to hide his red hair, but the tribes find it to be a bad omen and have been hunting us since it changed when he was two. I’m hoping to make it to the veil and find a way into the material plane. There are rumors, so many rumors, of a veil through a mountain pass. But I can’t seem to find anything more than rumors, we’ve been chasing ghosts since we started looking.

I killed a few vampire spawns during the night, they are getting more and more prevalent as we head into Strahd’s domain. I’m hoping to find Mount Baratok before the tribe catches up with us again. Unfortunately, I don’t trust the guards in the last town to not give away the direction we went. I tried to throw them off the trail heading in the wrong direction and making a big deal of heading East instead of North but I don’t know. They have been adequate at tracking us so far.

Kylune shudders, probably from the wound he took earlier. Gently wrapping it with some ointment, I go back to watch. Thinking about the next day and the climbing we will have to start to get into the mountains. I hope 200 feet of rope is enough.