Words of Hope

[Amon-Si]

*these small notes are found scattered all over Barovia, seemingly randomly, even in open forested locations one or two of these little notes may be found fluttering on the wind, caught on rocks, or decaying under leaves*

There is darkness in this world, dear heart. You can hear it calling your name, sense it all around you. You may have given in, you may have been pushed down, you may feel you are drowning. You are heard, you are noticed, and you are cared for. Reach for the light, no matter how it burns and you will find yourself a new life, a new love, a new purpose. Light a candle in the dark and others will find you to share in your joy.
For this is the Legacy of Ravenia

[Paragonville]

One such paper nestled itself against the iron doors of the Silver Threads Monastery, shuddering in the wind as if under effect of the great cold.  The door opened, the figure of a woman barely visible in the shadows within.  A hand slipped out, taking hold of the paper and raising it before her eyes.

And the figure smiled.

[Zhernebog]

A shard of those papers flew upon fated winds, coming through a barred window to nestle within the eyesocket of a skull bearing a brilliant, purple gem as an artificial substitute for a physical eye.

[Amon-Si]

*another shower of small notes flutters across Barovia like tiny doves, carrying their messages to all and sundry*
Revenge is a concept we hear described to us so often, dear heart. "I am wronged and so I will wrong in return!" So often it is dressed up in words of nobility: Justice. Retribution. Repayment.
Revenge, however, is not a tool to be used, it is a dark creature with its own malevolent life and it feeds upon your weaknesses, fears and worries.
Revenge drags you down, down into the darkness, until you cannot be distinguished from your enemies. Through Revenge, you become your own worst foe.
Take heed, dear heart, for in the final fall, your doom is assured, yet I will continue to mourn the loss of your potential, and the greatness you have squandered.
Turn your back on revenge, and walk towards the light and love freely given to one who lives in harmony.
For this is the Legacy of Ravenia

[Snowflame]

*another shower of small notes flutters across Barovia like tiny doves, carrying their messages to all and sundry*
Revenge is a concept we hear described to us so often, dear heart. "I am wronged and so I will wrong in return!" So often it is dressed up in words of nobility: Justice. Retribution. Repayment.
Revenge, however, is not a tool to be used, it is a dark creature with its own malevolent life and it feeds upon your weaknesses, fears and worries.
Revenge drags you down, down into the darkness, until you cannot be distinguished from your enemies. Through Revenge, you become your own worst foe.
Take heed, dear heart, for in the final fall, your doom is assured, yet I will continue to mourn the loss of your potential, and the greatness you have squandered.
Turn your back on revenge, and walk towards the light and love freely given to one who lives in harmony.
For this is the Legacy of Ravenia

A small blue claw reaches for a paper... silently the small, light figure reads, his large burden and heavy torment personified in a large shadow cast by the light. Pocketed, the small figure leaves silently not speaking a word or expressing emotion. Leaving his thoughts in his mind for him and him alone to know... A crossbow bolt left in the notes place.

[Amon-Si]

*another shower of notes of indeterminate origin*
There is always something to lose, dear heart, but the true strength of a person is shown in the ability to lose and move on.
We have all lost those we love, but no person is truly gone while their words live on in the hearts of those they touched.
Listen to the words of those gone before, remember them as they were and live your life fully. They are watching.
For this is the legacy of Ravenia