Tome of Strahd

The Tome of Strahd is an autobiographical account of Strahd's arrival in the valley of Barovia, his decent into lust, obsession, and cruelty, and the events leading to his transformation into a vampire.

## History

The party received the Tome from Donavich after freeing his son, Doru, from the curse of vampirism. Donovich admitted to stealing the journal from a half-elf who had taken refuge within Barovia church. The half-elf had, himself, stolen the journal from Castle Ravenloft. He was later revealed to be Rudolph van Richten.

The journal was re-taken by Strahd during the battle with the vampire spawn in the coffin maker's shop.

## Text of the Tome

*I am the Ancient. I am the land. My beginnings are lost in the darkness of the past. I was the warrior, I was good and just. I thundered across the land like the wrath of a just god, but the war years and the killing years wore down my soul as the wind wears stone into sand.*

*All goodness slipped from my life. I found my youth and strength gone, and all I had left was death. My army settled in the valley of Barovia and took power over the people in the name of a just god, but with none of a god’s grace or justice.*

*I called for my family, long unseated from their ancient thrones, and brought them here to settle in the castle Ravenloft. They came with a younger brother of mine, Sergei. He was handsome and youthful. I hated him for both.*

*From the families of the valley, one spirit shone above all others. A rare beauty who was called “Perfection,” “joy,” and “treasure.” Her name was Tatyana, and I longed for her to be mine.*

*I loved her with all my heart. I loved her for her youth. I loved her for her joy. But she spurned me! “Old One” was my name to her – “elder” and “brother” also. Her heart went to Sergei. They were betrothed. The date was set.*

*With words she called me “brother,” but when I looked into her eyes they reflected another name: “death.” It was the death of the aged that she saw in me. She loved her youth and enjoyed it. But I had squandered mine.*

*The death she saw in me turned her from me. And so I came to hate death – my death. My hate is strong. I would not be called “death” so soon. I made a pact with death, a pact of blood. On the day of the wedding, I killed Sergei, my brother. My pact was sealed with his blood.*

*I found Tatyana weeping in the garden east of the chapel. She fled from me. She would not let me explain, and a great anger swelled within me. She had to understand the pact I made for her. I pursued her. Finally, in despair, she flung herself from the walls of Ravenloft, and I watched everything I ever wanted fall from my grasp forever.*

*It was a thousand feet through the mists. No trace of her was ever found. Not even I know her final fate.*

*Arrows from the castle guards pierced me to my soul, but I did not die. Nor did I live. I became undead, forever.*

*I have studied much since then. “Vampyr” is my new name. I still lust for life and youth, and I curse the living that took them from me. Even the sun is against me. It is the Sun and its light I fear the most, but little else can harm me now. Even a stake through my heart does not kill me, though it holds me from movement. But the sword, that cursed sword that Sergei brought! I must dispose of that awful tool! I fear and hate it as much as the sun.*

*I have often hunted for Tatyana. I have even felt her within my grasp, but she escapes. She taunts me! She taunts me! What will it take to bend her love to me?*

*I now reside far below Ravenloft. I live among the dead and sleep beneath the very stones of this hollow castle of despair. I shall seal shut the walls of the stairs that none my disturb me.*