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Jewelry Box Letter

My Dear Mrs. Petrovna,

Your advice on dealing with the unwanted fiend in my home is very good advice indeed. Tonight's ceremony will proceed as planned when the moon is at its highest peak - without, of course, the attendance of Mr. Durst. I must agree with you that, yes, with such an innocent sacrifice our proceedings may have better results. Although, “innocent” is not quite the term I would use.

My Thanks,

Mrs. Elisabeth Durst

Deed to Durst House

Know those present and future that I, Aleksandr Dragomir of Barovia, have sold, enfeoffed, and by this, our present charter, confirmed to Euphemia Durst of Barovia, the residence located on the east side of Wolf's Way, three lotys north of Svalich Road, in the Village of Barovia. To have and to hold the aforesaid residence and all it's appurtenances to the aforesaid Euphemia Durst, her heirs and assigns.

In testimony of which matter, to this our present charter, we have affixed our marks.

Aleksandr Dragomir Euphemia Durst

With these witnesses: Jocaste Geistlinger, Dimitry Milosovici, and Burgomeisterin Arkasha Indrovich.

Date at Church of the Morninglord on the 17th, the Tie of Flowerrs, 389.

Deed to Grain Mill

Know those present and future that I, Hortensia Verzi of Vallaki, have sold, enfeoffed, and by this, our present charter, confirmed to Lucien Durst of Barovia, the grain mill located one and a half miles southwest of the town of Vallaki and such land surrounding that is not held in common. To have and to hold the aforesaid property and all its appurenances to the aforesaid Lucien Durst, his heirs and assigns. In testimony of which matter, to this our present charter we have affixed our marks.

Hortensia Verzi

Lucien Durst of Barovia

With these witnesses: Petru Narzaru, Daniel Arcos, Burgomeister Cosmin Miklos.

Date at Church of Saint Andral on the 17th the Rotting 435.

Strahd Letter found in Durst House

My most pathetic servant,

I am not a messiah sent to you by the Dark Powers of this land. I have not come to lead you on a path to immortality. However many souls you have bled on your hidden altar, however many visitors you have tortured in your dungeon, know that you are not the ones who brought me to this beautiful land. You are but worms writhing in my earth.

You say that you are cursed, your fortunes spent. You abandoned love for madness, took solace in the bosom of another woman, and sired a stillborn son. Cursed by darkness? Of that I have no doubt. Save you from your wretchedness? I think not. I much prefer you as you are.

Your dread lord and master, Strahd von Zarovich