Legends of Avantris Campaigns + Child!Y/N

Prologue (Part 2): Meeting/Finding You

Curse of Strahdanya:

After nearly being murdered at the Death House, the party marched, or rather limped, over a clearing and viewed the valley below them. There in the valley sat a small village while a large, looming castle shrouded in mist looked over the settlement. Mr. Silas Morgan spoke up. "Welp. Looks decent enough except for the creepy as-all-get-out castle, doc'." He sighed. Dr. Azran nodded, but wasn't really paying attention. After what seemed like centuries, he had finally done it. He, Doctor Clayton Azran, had found a way into Barovia, the one place no one in their right mind had ever stepped foot into. But he did it. Oh, if only Clara and Emmy could see him now. "Well then." he smiled. Clayton pulled out a small pocket watch and checked the time. 8:30. That's odd. It was 4:30 when they entered the Death House, wasn't it? Doesn't matter. Clayton closed the pocket watch. "Let us journey forth, ladies and gentleman." he chirped. Just as the crew were about to take one step, a small voice piped up from behind them, scaring the crew and causing them all to turn around quicker than a ballerina in a performance.

"I wouldn't go down there."

Standing there, was a small child. Only looked to be about 8-years old. They wore a small black tunic with a dull-orange tunic over top of it. They were wearing dark-beige pants with small buckled boots as well. The child's hair was curly & frizzy, unkempt and covered the child's eyes. This child was you. You spoke once more to the adults.

"Once you step foot into Barovia village, there's no turning back."

The taller woman, dressed in a black gown and kept her hair tied up into a bun, bent down. She spoke quietly, her voice filled with confusion. "And why is that, dear?" She asked you. You walked over to the cliff and observed the settlement, the gateway standing below you, its onyx-like material shining underneath the rising moon. You turn back to them. "Well. If you step foot into this village, it's much like pressing a button you shouldn't. Once you do it, only consequences will follow." You said, shutting your eyes. The lizard folk in robe-like garb hissed. "You have quite good vocabulary for a...child." he muttered. You smile and bow. "Thank you. Now I must be showing you to the gates...safely. Many fall down the hill and roll like pumpkins trying to get down there." You stick your arms up into a t-like position, and kick a foot out from beneath you. As you begin to tilt and fall, all but the lizard attempt to grab you. Too late. You begin to fall down the side of the hill, shouting what sounded much like a grito. The group follows you down the hill, unbeknownst of what's to come.

Icebound:

"Shh..shh..it'll be okay."

A mother attempts to quell her crying baby, but it's of no use. They're stuck in the biting cold winds on the island of Drakkar. There is no food, water, shelter, or sign of life for miles, and the mother is on her last string of life, trying to keep her 5-month-old baby alive. It's been 2 weeks since they've been here; dumped on the island after the woman's slob of a husband and his crew left them there to rot away. "We'll be warm soon enough." Andrea whispered to her baby, swaddling them in her cloth that kept her back covered. As she continued trekking through the frozen snow and sleet, a small plumage of smoke rose from the distance. Andrea looked up and almost cried. People! They'll be able to take care of you! She began picking up the pace, and ran in the direction of the smoke.

A land-ridden ship silhouette sat in a small clearing, surrounded by ice and snow. The winds had picked up, so much that even the strongest of characters would've succumbed if out for long enough. Andrea had sprinted with her last bit of energy towards the ship and now sat just beside it, sitting and rocking her infant. The baby was silent now, and staring up into their mother's eyes with wonder. As Andrea was about to set the baby down, a hat began to drift down from the ship's deck, and landed beside Andrea. She stared at the hat, and slowly set you down in the pointy cap, which, conveniently enough, fell upside-down. She blanketed you and kissed the top of your head. "Farewell," she muttered. "I'll see you in the heavens, my dear." As she took out a small dagger. Andrea walked about 10 feet away, looked back at you and smiled, and stabbed herself in the heart. Collapsing to the ground with a thud as you began to wail.