He left them so that they would no longer be hunted, but made a vow to forever honour their kindness and to give them freedom in his kingdoms for all time. His skill and courage astounded them, driving off the attackers who expected easy prey. Just before the caravans could be attacked, Strahd took up a sword and defended the Vistani. Their lust for life and commitment to freedom pleased the young noble, for whom the weight of responsibility was sometimes its own prison.Īs he recovered, his enemies found and caught up to the nomads. He lived with them for a while, recovering and learning their ways. They took pity on the poor wretch and nursed his wounds. It was then that some travelling Vistani found his beaten body, stripped of his armor and finery. Strahd was assailed by enemies and left to die. He told about the land’s early history.Ī young Strahd, still mortal, was in the early years of his great conquests in the name of his father King Barov. The flames took shape, and animated the players of his story. One of the Vistani Elders breathed wine into the fire, which burst into green flame. Wagons were lined up along the outside and teams of draft horses drank from the pond. Nearby elaborate tents were built, with the grandest set off to the side. A roaring fire centered between tents as circled folk told stories and passed a wine skin. You found a boisterous encampment with Vistani in various states of repose. They invited you to the camp, telling you that Madam Eva was willing to read your future with her Tarokka, a great honour as she is the most celebrated seer amongst all Vistani. They called out to you, and informed you that their leader – Madam Eva – had foreseen your arrival. This time you let him pass unassailed and he neither noticed or acknowledged the presence of the living.Īlong the road you were stopped by two Vistani guards seated by the road. After your unsettling experience at The Gallows (in particular Fizz), you followed the North-West road to Tser Pool and the Vistani camp nearby.Īs you travelled, you again heard the thundering hoofbeats of the Dead Rider, and upon seeing the flickering of his lantern you hid in the brush.
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