Gods & Monsters: Curse of Strahd

"Requiem Part II"

The Heart of the Matter

After the skirmish with Strahd in the throne room, the Lost wasted little time running to the otherside of the castle trying to find a way downstairs. No easy task. Passing through rooms and corridors devoid of light, with the occasional flash of lightning; the party didn’t look at the crazy tapestries adorning the walls as they wound up in a mosaic tiled floor that had a wide staircase going up.

The stairs were marble and remarkably well maintained compared to other portions of the castle. But they were not devoid of life. Near the large landing, at the top, suspended twenty feet in the air, was a large crystalline heart. It had a dark red hue that pulsed to a steady rhythm that filled the souls around it with dread.

Fiolan and Villa wasted no time trying to attack the infernal thing when halberds released from the walls and began flying furiously toward them!

“Whose controlling these weapons trying to skew us!?” Fiolan shouted as he blasted the crystal heart with eldritch energy.

From behind the others still on the stairs offered an uncomfortable discovery, “No one! These are magically controlled constructs! Who knows what manner of mechanism set them against us! But I’d bet the gods that the heart up there has everything to do with it!”

Fiolan didn’t reply, merely rolling his eyes and muttering something about Cthulhu showing know-it-alls what the Abyss looks like he continued blasting anyways as arrows flew past him trying to hit the heart.

Witty banter and sarcasm soon giving way to fear as several vampire spawn came from seemingly no where, Villa moved in to try and confront the new terrors.

“Someone distract them so I can get behind them!” pulling a sword out and running past the warlock who had just taken to the air using a flying broom.

Allura looking admonished moved up to the landing, her hands filled with fire, “Let’s thin the herd first, shall we?”
A pin point of fire left her right hand finally exploding to the right setting on fire two of the undead nightmares and destroying several halberds.

Up above, the pulsating crystal heart began beating faster and faster as its life force was torn away by spell and sword blowing apart into hundreds of fragments. At the same instant, the remaining flying halberds fell to the ground, lifeless and a deafening roar bellowed through the castle from the depths below as if the castle itself was run through by some supernatural spear.

Racing downstairs having destroyed the Heart and the vampire spawn, a shadow demon and Strahd’s longtime ally, a dusk elf, met his end swiftly also, but the darkness did not abate. If anything, Ravenloft seem to become even more foreboding as the walls seem to close in around the heroes, the storm outside raking the roof and windows, and all the while a persistent laugh filling the void, seemingly counting down the very life of the Lost of Barovia itself – counting down to a final confrontation that would rip the very soul of those living inside the walls of this cursed castle!



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