Letter from Strahd to Dursts

You sacrifice swine, goats, and sheep to false gods to bring back your crops, children, and old times.

If that was not enough for you to dabble in the bendings of the void; now my guests, have come under the assault of your ignorant knife.

How DARE you assault my play things! They are mine and mine alone. You will earn no favor with Bool or from me! For I rule here, and my word is is that of the Gods.

Blaming me, and cursing the light for your failed crops, sacrilegious; Voltune has no place here. I know your dark secrets, and your infidelities, for I see all. The darkness is like the light for us, you are unprepared, unworthy of such gifts. If you only knew the true power of The Darkness...

Continue to try to earn favor by your idiotic sacrifices and rituals with whatever trinkets the Urks brought after the Last War at your own peril; for this is your only, and last warning before you incur my wraith.

King of Barovia,
Strahd van Zarovich