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    Sienna

    The hero stood confidently, sword at ready to defend or attack as needed. The sun's rays gleam on his goldern hair and silvery plate mail. A wolf's head, raven, snake, and rat decorate his quartered shield.

    ULTIMATE NEMESIS: THE HERO, REVERSED
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    "The card denotes someone who strives to do good, a virtuous paladin. But the card is reversed. Ill luck is certain. Your nemesis may be an influential ally or a loyal friend or family member. A man who brings with him the air that victory is certain. But he is not truly any of things...most likely, an antipaladin, or one who has fallen from virtue to become a powerful adversary. They may be able to take the shape of a wolf or a raven, a rat or a bat."

    "The card warns bad fortune, in direct battle with your ultimate nemesis," she warned. "But with the aid of the Healer, Reversed, another fate you may come to..."

    Her voice lingered. The raven cawed. One last unturned card lie on the table, the one closest to Sienna.

    "...your ultimate fate, Sienna, lies before you." The crone cackled.

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    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    I will, Darvig uttered.

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    Sienna grimaced at the card. So some great bloody anti-hero was waiting to cause her strife and pain was he? Wonderful. At least now she had some idea of what to look for. This was good, particularly if this person was going to pose as some noble, virtuous twit of a friend or ally. It was also good to know that this nemesis of hers would excel at, and therefore likely try to force, open conflict, a thing which Sienna thought beneath her.

    Sienna much preferred to handle her affairs with words, playing both ends against the middle to achieve her desired result. A scrap of information here, a half-truth there, a bargain or bribe, and failing all else, one of her poisons in a glass or on a blade from a dark corner. She would just have to be certain to handle affairs in an extra circumspect manner.

    Peering thoughtfully at the cards, she tallied up all the information in her mind, not really seeing the last card as she turned it face up.
    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    I will, Darvig uttered.

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    Sienna

    A female thief crouched over a murdered noble. She was removing a signet ring from his hand and has more jewelry spilling from a pouch at her waist. Seven coins lie scattered on the bloodstained stones. The card was reversed.

    ULTIMATE FATE: THE THEIF, SEVEN OF COINS, REVERSED
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    Madame Polushka nodded knowingly. "Your fate is to become wealthy beyond your wildest dreams, perhaps through the murder of a noble, perhaps even the murder of one of your own family! But the card is reversed...it will not come without its price! You will find your most important and hoped-for gain in life, though through unfortunate circumstances, such as a gift of great wealth of stolen goods, or the suffering of a terrible curse!"

    Caw! Caw!

    The crone paused for a moment, letting Sienna take in her dark destiny, and darker fate. The reading was over.

    "Is there anything else, you would like to ask?" Madame Polushka said low in the flickering candlelight.
    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    I will, Darvig uttered.

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    Sienna looked at the last card thoughtfully. Wealth? Well, all people liked that, she supposed, but wealth, in and of itself, was not as valuable as the power and leverage it provided. That was was she desired, a way to make her life truly her own. Her dreams come true, but with a price. The question was, was it a price she was willing to pay.

    Part of her soul ached. A soft, musical voice in her head told her to turn away, to return to Sithicus before she became someone she hated, but she silenced the voice, stuffed it into a corner of her mind until it was no more than a faint whisper. How much could be changed, she wondered. How much was a fate that she could not escape?

    These questions were perched on Sienna's lips, but when she opened her mouth, another question flew out.

    "What can you tell me of Leo Dilisnya and this... Holy Symbol of Ravenkind?" she inquired, surprising herself. Maybe some part of her mind was afraid of the answers to the other questions. Maybe some part of her already knew the answers. Sienna swallowed visibly, her tongue darting out nervously to moisten suddenly dry lips.
    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    I will, Darvig uttered.

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    Sienna

    Madame Polushka rustled in her seat. "The Holy Symbol of Ravenkind is a long tale. Know this, young one." The crone's eyes flirted with the cold iron dagger once more. Sienna had paid well. The Madame would reveal what she knew. "The appearance of The Artifact, its relevance, was a clue of your lot in life as a descendent of Leo Dilisnya. It is Leo Dilisnya, you must fear."

    "In the first days, Leo Dilisnya was Strahd von Zarovich's most trusted advisor, and captain of his guard. Greed and desire for power, however, led Leo to betray Strahd, assassinating many noble von Zaroviches at the wedding of Strahd's brother Sergei and his bride Tatyana. It was that day, in the chaos of crossbow bolts, that Sergei was slain. Strahd loved Tatyana truly, but his affections for her were rebuked - Tatyana saw Strahd as a dear uncle, not a husband. At Sergei's death, and despite Strahd's confessions of true love, the desparing Tatyana hurled herself from the cliffs of Castle Ravenloft. Strahd's love was lost to The Mists. There, he swore a terrible oath, as crossbow bolts pierced his flesh and struck him down. Strahd, like others, were left for dead. But such was not the end of Strahd von Zarovich. The Dark Powers had heard his plea. Strahd rose from the dead as a vampire, and came to exact his revenge on Leo Dilisnya."

    "Strahd made Leo one of his own, a vampire. But that was only the beginning of Strahd's vengeance on the traitor. Strahd sealed Leo in an ancient abandoned monastery at the peak of Mount Baratok. As we feed, vampires must also feed. As we need food and drink for nourishment, a vampire needs blood. Leo Dilisnya was sealed in his tomb alone. Without blood, a vampire still cannot die, nor live. A madness creeps upon them, until they are utterly insane. For four hundred years Leo Dilisnya was imprisoned without blood to sate him, alone with madness consuming him. In recent times, a band of adventurers risked their lives to climb the jagged heights of Mount Baratok in search of lost artifacts and relics, and unknowingly broke the seal of the tomb. Leo Dilisnya was freed from his eternal prison."

    Caw!

    "Where is Leo Dilisnya now?" the Madame posed. "It is difficult to say, but he is without a doubt one of the most ancient and powerful vampires of the Realms of Dread. Still, he dare not face the Devil Strahd alone, for Strahd is the land. Instead, Leo plots against him. The patriarch of the Dilisnya family is Ivan Dilisnya, who dwells in Castle Degravo in northeastern Borca, north of Levkarest and beyond the towns of Sturben, Ilvin, and Lechberg. Ivan, though living with blood flowing through his veins, is nearly as dangerous as Leo. It is possible, after escaping Mount Baratok in Barovia, that Leo fled to his ancestral homeland of Borca and to the safety of Castle Degravo, before Strahd might learn of his escape from imprisonment."

    "Beware, Sienna. You will have many enemies due to your bloodline, and would be wise to keep it secret. The Boritsi family of Borca is in an eternal power struggle with the Dilisnya family for influence in Borca. Currently, Ivana Boritsi is the political ruler of Borca, though Ivan Dilisnya commands the majority of Borca's forces. The von Zarovich family will never forget the treachery of Leo Dilisnya, and so each family will forever count the other as their nemesis, forevermore."

    "The Holy Symbol of Ravenkind is perhaps something Leo Dilisnya seeks, for it alone is bane to Count Strahd. Yet, its whereabouts are unknown."

    Caw! Caw!

    ***

    Sienna bedded in the back of a wagon and was covered with blankets by the Captain of the Vistana tribe. With thoughts whirling through her mind she finally drifted to sleep, until she was briefly awakened by the lurch of the wagon. A brief peak from underneath the blankets and tarps revealed only mist as the Vistana caravan moved on in their eternal wanderings. The steady rattling of the wagon wheels eventually lolled her back to sleep.

    Sienna was woken abruptly by the sudden stripping of the tarp and her blankets. The caravan had stopped. It was morning, and her eyes squinted against the sunlight to see the dark curly locks of a Vistani man.

    "Giorgio, it is time. Time for you to leave." His tone was final.

    Sienna grabbed her belongings and crawled out of the wagon to stand along the side of the road, careful not to fall into the ditch along side it. The Vistana said no more to her, as they threw the blankets and tarps back into the wagon. Ahead, she heard the caravan lurch to a start again. A man of few words, the vistana captain turned to her once more as he climbed into a wagon. He pointed to a river.

    "Follow the Luna River east, and the city of Levkarest you will find." His last word was accentuated by the lurching of the wagon. Sienna stood alone as the vistana caravan passed her by, many of the men staring at her. When the last wagon had passed, she was alone, standing in a cloud of dust.
    The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."

    I will, Darvig uttered.

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