I dust off my sickening yellow hooded cloak, coughing as the dust surrounds me. Every step in this god forsaken land is just terrible. Its no wonder its cursed. I was "hired" to fix Barovia, rid it of its curse. Supposedly my employers would hire more people to help but so far I am alone.
The fog and mist have surrounded me ever since I stepped foot in this country. Its choking and blinding at the best of times. Leading me here and there. Making me trip on loose rocks and tree roots. My boots must look hideously dirty.
As I walk I pull my cloak around me. There's a slight sound of crying in this ghost town I find myself in. The fog around me rolls and swirls blocking the street I was walking down, and opening up a side passage. As I look down it, two children sit in the middle of a cobblestone path.
With a heavy sigh I make my way down towards them. My leather armor and pants nearly silent in my approach. The two kids as I find them to actually be look up at me afraid.
"Why are you two out here?"
My voice is somewhat raspy, as I dont normally talk unless its to groups like this.
"T....t...theres a mons...monster in our house."
The girl spoke, sniffling as she pointed to a house close by. Her brother sobs and wails silently at her side.
"P....please... our baby brother...."
I sigh and interrupt.
"Where? And where are your parents."
They cringe slightly at the word parents but I dismiss it.
"T...third floor...should...should be in his c...c...crib."
I sigh again. Patting them both on the head before opening the rusted iron gate infront of their home. The door opens quite easily and from a first glance their home is quite nice. Very silent really but nice. Nothing really seems out of the ordinary. I make my way up the stairs until the third floor landing. A loud whoosh and clang as a sword slams into the ground in front of me. Only a split second reaction saving me. Its less than a second later that a sickening yellow bolt of energy lances out from my hand at my attacker. It shatters the black armor, which falls to the floor. Empty and yet alive.
