Session Twenty-Six: The Wachter House, a Basement of Skeletons, and the Point Where Vallaki Became Hostile Territory
Wed Jan 28 2026
Session Twenty-Six picks up at a moment where survival has stopped feeling temporary. By now, the party understands that Barovia doesn’t reset between victories. Vallaki, once a place to rest and resupply, has become hostile ground. We’re no longer visitors. We’re trespassers.
The objective is narrow and urgent: recover the Amulet of Ravenkind. Losing a relic capable of harming vampires in Strahd’s domain isn’t a setback. It’s a liability. Lady Fiona Wachter, newly installed as Vallaki’s burgomaster, is the most likely person holding it. Her family predates Strahd’s rule, and in Barovia, old families tend to survive by making old bargains.
We enter her house through the basement. That alone says something about how this campaign has shifted.
The cellar looks ordinary until it isn’t. Eight skeletons tear themselves out of the dirt floor, remnants of people who likely believed Vallaki was safer than the road. The fight is quick and decisive. What would have been a near-death struggle earlier in the campaign is handled with efficiency. Not confidence. Experience.
Radley, the human fighter, has fully settled into his role as an Eldritch Knight. Early in the campaign he relied on armor and luck. Now he holds ground deliberately, mixing blade work with defensive magic. Urihorn, the halfling ranger who no longer casts a shadow, controls distance and terrain, his connection to his animal companion reinforcing a steadiness Barovia hasn’t yet taken from him. Daermon, the arcane trickster, turns positioning and timing into damage. Perlan, the monk newly arrived to the valley, already fights like someone who understands that hesitation gets you killed here.
After the skeletons fall, we notice something worse than the combat itself: signs of frequent foot traffic worn into the dirt. A wall rotates, revealing a hidden chamber. Five chairs sit around a pentagram. No bodies. No ritual in progress. Just evidence that this house hosts meetings, not accidents.
That’s Lady Wachter’s real danger. Not sudden violence, but organization.
Outside the house, the tension shifts from combat to consequence. Ismark, burgomaster of Barovia Village and brother to Ireena, presses us for answers we’ve been avoiding. Until now, we’ve lied to him about his sister’s fate. Not out of cruelty, but because the truth in Barovia doesn’t bring closure. It brings reckless action.
The lie collapses anyway.
Radley carries that moment harder than most. He’s now the only survivor of his original party. Everyone else from those early days is dead. Burned. Taken. Left behind. He isn’t still alive because he’s exceptional. He’s alive because he adapted.
At the end of the session, the party reaches Level 7.
Mechanically, this is a meaningful step. Fighters gain stronger combat options. Rogues and monks become harder to pin down. Spellcasters unlock deeper resources. Everyone gains resilience and flexibility.
Narratively, the level-up marks something quieter: we’re no longer reacting. We’re preparing.
Session Twenty-Six doesn’t end with a win. It ends with clarity. Vallaki is compromised. Lady Wachter is entrenched. Strahd is still ahead of us.
And whatever comes next won’t be handled politely.
In Barovia, that’s progress.
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Session Twenty-Six picks up at a moment where survival has stopped feeling temporary. By now, the party understands that Barovia doesn’t reset between victories. Vallaki, once a place to rest and resupply, has become hostile ground. We’re no longer visitors. We’re trespassers. The objective is narrow and urgent: recover the Amulet of Ravenkind. Losing a relic capable of harming vampires in Strahd’s domain isn’t a setback. It’s a liability. Lady Fiona Wachter, newly installed as Vallaki’s burgomaster, is the most likely person holding it. Her family predates Strahd’s rule, and in Barovia, old families tend to survive by making old bargains. We enter her house through the basement. That alone says something about how this campaign has shifted. The cellar looks ordinary until it isn’t. Eight skeletons tear themselves out of the dirt floor, remnants of people who likely believed Vallaki was safer than the road. The fight is quick and decisive. What would have been a near-death struggle earlier in the campaign is handled with efficiency. Not confidence. Experience. Radley, the human fighter, has fully settled into his role as an Eldritch Knight. Early in the campaign he relied on armor and luck. Now he holds ground deliberately, mixing blade work with defensive magic. Urihorn, the halfling ranger who no longer casts a shadow, controls distance and terrain, his connection to his animal companion reinforcing a steadiness Barovia hasn’t yet taken from him. Daermon, the arcane trickster, turns positioning and timing into damage. Perlan, the monk newly arrived to the valley, already fights like someone who understands that hesitation gets you killed here. After the skeletons fall, we notice something worse than the combat itself: signs of frequent foot traffic worn into the dirt. A wall rotates, revealing a hidden chamber. Five chairs sit around a pentagram. No bodies. No ritual in progress. Just evidence that this house hosts meetings, not accidents. That’s Lady Wachter’s real danger. Not sudden violence, but organization. Outside the house, the tension shifts from combat to consequence. Ismark, burgomaster of Barovia Village and brother to Ireena, presses us for answers we’ve been avoiding. Until now, we’ve lied to him about his sister’s fate. Not out of cruelty, but because the truth in Barovia doesn’t bring closure. It brings reckless action. The lie collapses anyway. Radley carries that moment harder than most. He’s now the only survivor of his original party. Everyone else from those early days is dead. Burned. Taken. Left behind. He isn’t still alive because he’s exceptional. He’s alive because he adapted. At the end of the session, the party reaches Level 7. Mechanically, this is a meaningful step. Fighters gain stronger combat options. Rogues and monks become harder to pin down. Spellcasters unlock deeper resources. Everyone gains resilience and flexibility. Narratively, the level-up marks something quieter: we’re no longer reacting. We’re preparing. Session Twenty-Six doesn’t end with a win. It ends with clarity. Vallaki is compromised. Lady Wachter is entrenched. Strahd is still ahead of us. And whatever comes next won’t be handled politely. In Barovia, that’s progress.