For the first time in centuries, full and unobscured bright sunlight shone on the valley of Barovia.  This was only thanks to The Breakfast Club adventurers that were successful in defeating Strahd von Zarovich.

As the sunlight flared through the valley after Strahd’s demise, about nine tenths of the valley’s population just ceased to exist.  The remaining citizens did not notice this loss; for these survivors had souls. The vanishing of the soulless went unnoticed.  They were nothing more than shells created by Strahd’s consciousness and the Dark Powers to fill the void.

Surprisingly, very few of the remaining inhabitants left the valley.  The beauty and serenity of the land had returned.  Crops had begun to flourish almost instantly.  The water from the wells was fresh, cool and crisp.  Even the waters of Lake Zarovich itself became more clear, losing the murky quality that had been witnessed for generations.

The Keepers of the Feather got back their holy symbol from the adventurers.  It was once again tucked away in their custody should it ever be needed.  The wereravens prospered again in this region, but always managed to avert any knowledge of their true nature. 

Berez, having been twice infected by the evils of Baba Lysaga and Strahd, never truly recovered.  It remained abandoned and only the bravest (or foolish) dare to tread in those marshes.  The whispers of disembodied voices keep most at bay.  The fate of Baba Lysaga along with the authenticity of her journal found by The Breakfast Club, is still undetermined.

The fortified village of Krezk, which was on the cusp of Strahd’s domain to the west, blossomed into a considerable trading post.  With the help of The Breakfast Club, the grave robbing stopped and “The Abbot” (as he was known), returned to the village below offering his assistance when needed. 

The mystery of the Abbot’s origin was never determined, but the townsfolk were grateful for his services.  The maimed were restored and leapt like stags.  The eyes of blind were opened and the ears of the deaf were unstopped.

The gazebo near the pool where Ireena and Sergei connected is now a place of love and peace.  Newly wed couples from miles around come to this site.  They bathe each other in its waters where Ireena and Sergei supposedly found each other, trying to receive a blessing from the mirthful couple.

One summer solstice, when the sun was at its brightest in the sky, the Abbot vanished in a sphere of radiant light.  The mutated creatures, formally in his care, disappeared along with him.  Where he went, no one knows.

Ismark, (from the Village of Barovia, where our intrepid adventurers began), became the burgomaster of that small enclave.  He managed it well, fair and true.  He became the “Ismark the Great”, instead of “Ismark the Lesser” as he was known prior to Strahd’s demise.  Unfortunately, he was never able to find true happiness or peace.  He never discovered for sure what happened to his sister,  Ireena.

Vallaki was freed from the Vallakovich nobles that controlled it.  Asvard and Horrick of The Breakfast Club, saw to that. 

In Vallaki, a new idea was presented.  Something called ‘democracy’.  The inhabitants resisted it at first.  They were used to not having any control and being told what to do.  However over time, they accepted and embraced this new ideology.  It started a new way to think and act.  All would be responsible for their actions whether they be good or bad.

Rudolph van Richten, the famous monster hunter, was never seen again.  In spite of that, whispers, hearsay and gossip within the valley remained prevalent.  It was said he was cursed just like the dark lord; forever damned to return if (or when) the vampire lord were to resurface.

Mordenkainen, the acclaimed and powerful wizard, was altogether forgotten.  Only those with magical dispositions would occasionally bring him up.  Even when they did, it was only when comparing or examining each others dreams.

The winery of Barovia, never completely recovered to its former glory.  Yes, the Wizard of Wines vineyard continued to cultivate the grapes needed for Grapemash No.6 and the fashionable Red Dragon Crush, but unfortunately, the soil and lineage of grapes for Champagne Du Le Stomp was never revived.

Nonetheless, the caretakers of the vineyard thrived.  Being ‘the only game in town’ and with the mists abated, the wine market prospered.  In fact, their Red Dragon Crush was so marvelous and famed, travelers as far as Waterdeep would journey to the valley for a few casks.

The vistana known as Ezmerelda kept to herself.  She would occasionally visit Vallaki, the Village of Barovia and Krezk for supplies, but never stayed long.  The tales in all the towns said she has a stronghold somewhere near the lake; perhaps even the rebuilt tower of Khazan.  Of course it was never verified, but all in the valley were pleased to think she could still be around.  The feeling Ezmerleda was still present to keep an eye on things, gave a measure consolation to those that now live here.

Several summers and winters have passed since The Breakfast Club made their way to this valley and freed it from the Curse of Stahd.  The people now living here speak of Strahd von Zarovich as if he never existed and pretend to show no fear.

All the same, when a fog rolls in from Mount Baratok, or a lone wolf howls in the darkness . . . when the screeching of bats are heard in the forest or the moon has an untoward complexion . . . there is a splinter that remains in the minds of all who dwell here.

Has he returned?