You're listening to the Sans Pants Network.

Though you see no water for miles around you, you are, like me.

Nonetheless, Merrude, we are castaways in this terrible bad dream somebody

decided to name Barovia to switch up the metaphor we are imprisoned and the fog is

the bars of our cell and our jailer is Baron von Strad. As far as I can tell there's

no way to escape other than possibly by dye, maybe by being eaten by a wolf, let's say.

There is little marks carved over and over and over again in many, many different languages.

If you seek honor or power turn back in many vessels below the darkness shelters are timeless evil

Leave now before our damnation becomes yours

Nothing ventured nothing gained before our damnation becomes yours. Well, nothing ventured.

Nothing gained.

The stairs descend 500 feet into Mount Gacus before finally plateauing out. You don't feel like you're trapped, but you do feel like you're in danger.

Okay. After that plateau, there is, or on that plateau is a hallway a long hallway on either side are

elaborate carvings that depict the construction of the monastery do you have dark

vision I know Hector you do but you know what

Esmeralda does not. I cast light. Actually no I summon my spear and cast light on that.

You attempt to summon your spear.

Oh no.

Hector, you now realize you reach out, you cannot feeleneer at all any power you get from being a

paladin is lost to you but any power you get from being a warlock is now maximized or rolled with advantage.

Oh boy.

You still have hit points and your proficiency bonus and anything like that but anything like

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