Found at Van Richten's Tower
The Tome of Strahd
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Crest of the Zarovich family (Strahd von Zarovich)
Tome of Strahd Key Passages
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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.
ll 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 the 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.
“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 very
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 lev. 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 it’s light that 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?
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 shad seal shut the walls of the stairs that none my disturb me.
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