In the investigation of the attempt to bury the previous burgomaster of the town away, our valiant party ended up sinking into the depths of a church, finding a young emaciated vampire kept under watch by his father, the priest.  After a harrowing experience realizing the danger that such a creature presented, moreso than they could have predicted, they emerged battered but alive.

Returning with the news, they met back up with Ismark Kolyanovich and explained their circumstance.  The party was then able to persuade Irena Kolyana to come with them to the nearby city of Palas.  As they were preparing to leave, however, they came across a decrepit old crone selling apparently magical pastries.  This knowledge did not deter either Niccoli nor Faustus from consuming them and subsequently falling immediately into unconsciousness but feeling oddly at peace.

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Shadowgrange was dead. Donavich knew this in his heart even as it trembled from dawn til dusk. The town had never been a metropolis or even a center for the rallying forces of cathars and hunters that passed through the outland valleys, but time had looked upon the town with vindictive disdain. In the flickering candlelight of the barren church, he tried his very best to pray, calloused pale hands clutching a silvered collar with all of the faith he had left. But after enough time passes faith is not a shield anymore. It is a tether.

And he wasn’t sure how much he had left.

His blood was so close to the surface, beating beating beating feebly but steady below the skin. In the quiet luminescence he felt the wounds and marks across himself, scarred, scabbed, and open in varying states of healing. He hoped it would be enough. But the scratching, a devilish and constant needle through his thoughts told him it wasn’t. He need be a provider once more.

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Ismark Kolyanovich is a confidant man. The world was hung heavy on his strong shoulders since childhood, and many things have left him in shadows of fate and grandeur of others that he felt he had not deserved. But earning your own grandeur is a luxury to the free. And despite his stature and good looks, he is most certainly not free.

“I have faith Ireena.” he says, breaking the silence in the still and ravaged wooden room. The woman known as Ireena, deep red haired and dark skinned, stands opposing him as the sole other occupant of their once lavish quarters. “When was the last time we’ve had someone new?”

Dark eyes scowl at him in reply as she perches herself on the edge of the stripped countertop. He shakes his head, feeling the weight of the world in his tense neck. “I hope you’ll listen when they come back.” he says after what feels like hours deadlocked in stillness. “And if they don’t?” It’’s a sharp, immediate reply. Her still face and dead words fill the room as he tries to think of an answer. He doesn’t. And the day goes on, until it becomes night.

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Welcome to Innistrad, a plane draped in death and stubborn life. The humans that call it their home settle the lands, but as the night falls they are lost lambs among predators. In the light of the moon fierce creatures run, werewolves hiding amongst friends and family, vampires pursuing a meal with wild hedonistic abandon, and even the very dead risen from their tombs by unrest or call. And beyond them darker and stranger things lie in the deepest of shadows the valleys and forests have to offer.

But all is not hopeless. The savior of humanity lives in this world. Flying overhead with an argent radiance, The Archangel Avacyn and her flights of angels protect humanity from that which lurks and plots in the black. Under her watch the Church of Avacyn centered in the walled city of Thraben pushes for peace and protection. the Cathar soldiers dressed in silvers and whites of the church serve the radiant Lunarch, the individual chosen by the angels to lead, and work to purge evil from the land.

Though their challenges are many, trust in the angels is almost omnipresent; those symbols of faith and true belief having strength against the darkness. But the angels can’t be everywhere, or stop every injustice. And in the distant province of Stensia, the reach of the church is at it’s weakest, the craggy mountains and forever overcast sky hiding deep secrets and dangers. And so it comes to remarkable people to have the strength to change things; for better or worse.

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