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"There was evidence of cult activity. Rituals and... He seemed desperate - Gustav. Calling for help over the situation with the boy. There was a letter too which was a reply to Gustav's request for help. From one Strahd von Zarovich." "I care little for the house, beyond the safety of the town...

Despite the insanity of the day before, the bizarre nature of the town, and how badly the world seemed to spin when Benson laid down to sleep, he still had the presence of mind to set a nail in a candle near his bed and wake up just before the dawn. His roommate would hear him quietly wake up...

Benson takes a hunk of the stale bread and sops up some of the dark stew with it. The stew is old enough to have reduced and now tastes over-salty, but the bread feels at least a little comforting. He finishes his piece, crumbling the last dry bits of crust between his fingers as the lady...

"You knew about the house?" Benson asks. "Wait, wait...." He says with a slight slur and closes his eyes and tries to focus his thoughts. I'm so tired, he thinks to himself and when he lifts his heavy lids again, the curious woman is still there. "W-we're not the first. Other people have gone...

Benson, exhausted, has made himself comfortable at the bar. If anyone thinks it's odd that a man of the cloth is sitting there, Benson's body language makes it clear that this is no unusual position for him. "Clear liquor on ice. I'll open a tab," he says, and drinks cup after cup. Eventually...

"Hans," Benson corrects, crawling to his feet. "That was the kid who drove the cart. He said that he knew the roads like the back of his hand, but he never came back. This place doesn't look like it's had a visitor besides us in... well, at least not tonight." He swipes his hands down his...

Benson cannot believe what he's seen. The whole thing feels impossible, like living some kind of nightmare. And as he would if he were to wake from such a dream, he takes out his flask, tilting it upward. Not bothering to hide it, nor even to stand up. His vestments, still being worn from the...

Ritual Chamber: Understanding that it wasn't safe here, you start to make your way out of the ritual chamber. Looking for the portcullis that Varis had opened, a couple of you make it through safely when suddenly the gate slams shut all by itself, as if possessed. Although Varis's efforts made...

During the battle, Benson commanded the summoned spiritual weapon to attack the creature. Then with a combination of spear attacks and blasts of radiant energy, the cleric whittled away at the mass of roots and vines slogging towards him. Finally, he had to back off to heal his teammates who...

"It's time to burn away this ancient darkness!" Benson says, charging after the others.

Benson follows after Hazel and Varis, the tip of his spear lit like a torch.

Benson considers the formless man's words a moment. "I can see that you are cursed also. To be kept from rejoining the afterlight is a horrible fate, and I wish to free you from it. I just meant..." Benson sighs. "The way you fight, the way you dispatched that deceitful beast by your mere touch...

"Reppip, come here. Let me see your eyes. Relax, open them up... that's it." The cleric looks at Reppip's eyes and notices that the irises have shrunken to pinpricks. "We'll just wait a minute or two here. I think you'll be alright. Sometimes, when there is too much stimulus, the body just...

During the fight, Benson conjures searing light from above the creature, intertwining, and enhancing the burning damage from the radiant spirit. "That was amazing," Benson says in a low voice. "You are truly blessed with power of the gods. I'm sorry you don't remember more about who you were...

Taking into consideration the rest of the cellar, Benson realizes this is a very suspicious door indeed. The door itself doesn't seem to belong. "Friends, I don't think this door belongs here. In fact I'm not convinced this is a door at all."