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Built-in the shadow of Mount Waterdeep, the city of splendor invoke a feeling of wonder and danger. Beneath the massive metropolis lies untold riches and the deadliest monsters. Only those brave enough or foolish dare to venture into its depts. One such adventure is Everheart, a Leonin from the land of Krata. He seeks no treasure nor the glory of battle only the knowledge of the ancients. Alone, he descends into the Undermoutain seeking the libraries of Halaster. 

From old manuscripts, Everheart learned of the mad mage and his dealings with the otherworldly. He had hope that Halaster would have information that could help his current situation. After reaching the fifth level, he found only a few mentions about demons or how to combat them. Reluctantly, he started on his journey back to the surface. Through the wake of dead monsters. He slowly made his way through the winding complex of the Undermoutain. From his time dungeons, he did learn of a place name Barovia. It was the home to an ancient being and provided another hope for information. 

[color=ed1c24][i]Such foolishness. Do you truly believe that you can defeat demon? Everheart you should know better.[/i][/color]

“Shut up.” The voice of the demon had only grown stronger ever since Everheart entered the Undermoutain. He believed it was due to the lack of sunlight but he wasn’t sure. He did know that it was only getting harder to fight the demon’s influence. 

[color=ed1c24][i]What makes you think you can fight me now when you’ve lost to me before? Remember Everheart? Remember when your friends nearly died by your hands? Remember their faces as they stared in disbelief?[/i][/color]

Everheart clenched his fist and did his best to ignore the demon’s taunts. It took him several days but eventually, he reached the surface. Without wasting any time, he gathered his supplies and headed for Barovia. 
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The journey towards Barovia was fairly uneventful for Everheart. It was much of the same routine he had been following for the past several years. Avoiding large settlements, fighting bandits, and camping in the forest. There was still the problem of the demon that possessed him. Form time to time he would wake up in places he didn’t recognize but for some strange reason, the demon had kept quiet for most of the journey to Barovia. 

He didn’t question the state of the demon and continue treading through the forest. Eventually, he made it to a settlement near a misty forest that served as a gate to Barovia. He didn’t plan on stopping for long but while in the town he heard of an adventuring group that was hunting werewolves. It piqued his interested so he decided to join. It also helped that the group was traveling in the same direction he was heading. 

After hearing the mission briefing from the captain, Everheart disappeared from view and left the town. He waited for the group outside the settlement while examining the strange fog that covered the landscape. The old manuscripts said little about the fog accept that it was dangerous. He wasn’t sure how dangerous so he kept the knowledge to himself as to not start a panic. 

The journey into the misty forest was rather quiet. Everheart kept away from the group and traveled a little ways behind them. He wasn’t sure how they would react to his appearance seeing that he was the only Beastfolk in the group. 

As they traveled deeper into the forest, the fog began to grow thicker. His senses began to dull. Before long, he couldn’t tell where they had traveled or identified any sound or smell that would be normal for a forest. Then in an instant, the eerie silence was cut by a loud echoing howl. He moved to grab his weapon but his entire body became stiff. No matter how much he tried his arms and leg would not move. 

[color=ed1c24][i]Now now let us watch for a moment. Let us savor the fear.[/i][/color]

Everheart watched as the werewolves closed in on his allies. His hands trembled in anger and disbelief at his helplessness. All he could do was watched the battle play out in front of him. Then out of nowhere, a loud ear-piercing screech erupted from an unknown source. Everheart winced in pain as the loud noise echoed throughout his head. Past the pain, the sound manages to block the voice of the demon and allowed him to regain control of his body. Without a second thought, he let out a crippling roar imbued with magic. As a medium for his power, any beast that heard the roar would be compelled to attack him. He hoped that it would provide a moment of relief for the group to draw their weapons.