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...Some of the parchment pages were the color of cream, thick and substantial, made to last many, many lifetimes. Other pages were thin and desiccated, positively yellow from age, and crackled alarmingly as Van Richten turned them over. There were no ornate illuminations, no fussy borders, only lines of plain text in hard black ink. The flowing handwriting was a bit difficult to follow at first; the writers style of calligraphy had not been in common use for three hundred years. No table of contents, but from the dates it looked to be some kind of history.He turned to the first page and read:I, Strahd, Lord of Barovia, well aware certain events of my reign have been desperately misunderstood by those who are better at garbling history than recording it, hereby set down an exact record of those events, that the truth may at last be known . . . .He caught his breath. By all the good gods, a personal journal?

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I, STRAHD, THE WAR AGAINST AZALIN

Ravenloft Book

By

P. N. Elrod


CONTENTS

Prologue


Part One: The Lord of Barovia

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three


Part Two: Azalin

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine


Part Three: The War

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen


Epilogue


PROLOGUE

736 Barovian Calendar, Mordentshire, Mordent

"Goodness me, Dr. Van Richten, another one of those dark books? How do you manage to sleep at night?"

Dr. Rudolph van Richten smiled gently at Mrs. Heywood and made a self-deprecating shrug by way of a reply.

"I'm sure it can't be healthy for you," she continued, but smiled as she wrote out their respective receipts for his purchase, one for him, one for her records. She had a careful round hand and took pride that every letter and number should be easy to discern. It also took a bit of time, but on slow days such as this it gave her ample opportunity to gossip with her customers. Dr. Van Richten was a particular favorite with her, and she always made a point of bestowing a little extra effort upon him. Sometimes he would share the most amazing stories of his many journeys in the world, which were very welcome, since she had not seen much of it after setting up her modest book business in Mordentshire some twenty-five years ago.

Just as she was about to ask if he had any future plans for travel, a man pushed through her shop door setting the little bell above to ringing. "Welcome, sir," she said. "If you need help, you've only to ask."

He merely grunted in response. Both Van Richten and Mrs. Heywood made a study of the newcomer, who was rather a surprise.

Dr. Van Richten was typical of most of her clientele, a scholarly sort, well-mannered, more interested in older, esoteric books in languages she had never heard than in anything new. This other fellow was big and loutish looking, dressed for a long journey rather than the paved streets of a city. His clothes were of thick wool and leather, worn and travel-stained. He carried dust-caked leather saddlebags over one shoulder, and they looked heavy. He turned suddenly, surprising them in their stare. There was a haunted, guarded look in his red-rimmed ice-blue eyes.

"You buy books?" he demanded of Mrs. Heywood.

"That's what the sign out front says."

He grunted again, then proceeded to browse among the shelves in the corner farthest from her front counter.

The widow Heywood's book shop, (New and Vintage Tomes for the Discerning ReaderBuy and Sell) tucked away on its seedy, but still respectable street, was not the sort to command attention from the city's more refined shoppers, though those who knew of it often came by. Off the main thoroughfare, its leaded diamond-shaped front windows lent it a closed appearance, but the door was always open to anyone curious enough to bother giving it a push. Not many like this rough-looking stranger had ever bothered. He was as out of place as a plow horse at a racing meet.

Still watching the new man, Van Richten responded to her comment. "How can the search for knowledge be detrimental to one's health?" he asked. "I sit by a nice fire in the winter as comfortable as can be or an open window in the summer to take the air, and do a bit of reading between calls from patients."

She smiled and waggled her quill pen at him in a teasing manner. "Don't try fooling me, sir. Everyone's seen how you'll shut your practice down at a moment's notice or less, then off you go with a bang for months at a time to who knows where, coming back all worn and wasted. I'm the only one who's observed that some of your mysterious trips happen right after you've bought a book from me."

He chuckled. "Not true, I was in the other week and took home several of your excellent volumes, and here I am still."

"Ah, but those were all about herbs and healing, not one of these dark bookslike this one." She nodded at the small edition that lay on the counter between them. It was about legends and lore, containing stories about nasty creatures and other things Mrs. Heywood would rather not think about.

"Hardly dark, my dear lady, in fact, it has rather a pretty cover." The book was distinctive indeed, with its pale tan leather wrapping. The title, in lettering that was not native to Mordent, was stamped into it with real gold leaf, though time and use had caused much of it to be worn away.

"Roses are also pretty, but famous for their thorns," she wryly reminded him. "And some of these books don't half give me nightmares."

"Only because you're sensitive to the magical energy some of them have obviously been exposed to. You don't actually have to be in a fire for your clothes to smell of wood smoke."

"Magic!" she said, and gave a little ladylike shudder.

"Nothing to be afraid of. It's just another tool, like a hammer. You only have to know how to correctly use it so as not to hurt yourself or others."

"Then I'll leave that for other people, thank you very much. I want no truck with magical books."

"You likely won't. True magical tomes are extremely rare and almost always traded exclusively between those who have trained in their use."

"There's a relief. I just wish I wasn't as sensitive to it like as you say."

"It's annoying, but it won't hurt you. For you it's about the same as for people who get a rash from eating strawberries. Besides, because of your reaction you've often been able to separate ordinary books from the extraordinary, have you not?"

"Indeed, and they fetch ever so much more coin. If it weren't for them I'd have lost my shop and gone to the poor home years ago."

"So there's a 'silver' lining to that cloud, so to speak."

She chuckled and nodded at this, then sobered, cocking her head entreatingly. "But my nightmares ?"

"You read the books don't you? I suggest you break off doing that."

"Oh, but I can't! Otherwise how will I tell who might find it of interest? There's many that I've sent your way for knowing what they were about."

"True, and I do appreciate it. Perhapsif your nightmares persistyou can come by and I'll fix you up with a nice herbal tea you can take at bedtime. I'd also suggest you not read these kinds of stories just before retiring."

The other customer, who was presently giving hard study to some housekeeping books, cleared his throat. He made it sound impatient.

Van Richten leaned close to whisper, "I'm not sure I care for the look of that fellow. Do you want me to stay?"

Mrs. Heywood considered the offer, then shook her head. "I shall be fine, I know his sort, and they're harmless to me."

"Harmless!"

"Indeed. He's got books to sell and is shy about it."

"Why should he be shy?"

"Because the poor man probably can't read."

"Oh, dear."

"So you run along and"

"If you're sure?"

"Thank you for your concern, but I'll be fine." She made shooing motions.

Dr. Van Richten, his own purchase tucked in the pocket of his coat, reluctantly took his leave.

The other man had apparently been waiting for this, but made no immediate move toward the front counter. Mrs. Heywood patiently picked up her latest knitting project, a striped scarf, and prepared to work on it until he was ready to talk to her. It was all part of the game of buying and selling. Neither party dared show too much eagerness lest it adversely effect the price of the product. Mrs. Heywood was very good player.

The man finally replaced the book he had been pretending to flip throughhe had been holding it upside down until finding a page with pictures on itand made his way to her front counter.

She gave him her cheeriest smile. "Yes, good sir, how may I help you?"

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