The Ballad of Benvolio Gallipoli

Benvolio Gallipoli, exiled from the Feywild, chronicles his mist-adventures in the land of Barovia in this new D&D blog series. The Ballad of Benvolio Gallipoli – Session 3 – Tieflings and Ghosts  This is Hell.  This house, this strange place.  At least, as I climbed the stairs to the attic of this bizarre house there were no windows.  No windows to show me the mist that is hell-bent on torturing me. The mist that has filled my mind with rage-filled visions of my family, and the Lycan who butchered them.  Luckily for my emotions, halfway up these hidden stairs, I spotted a body. The body of a Tiefling. He was breathing, as Xerox touched him he sprang up and opened his eyes. His eyes were glowing, and he seemed to be blind and deaf.  Out of thin air, a small Imp appeared in between us, waving its arms around begging us not to kill him. The Imp blinked out, and the Tiefling regained his senses. His name was Nightshade. He

Benvolio Gallipoli, exiled from the Feywild, chronicles his mist-adventures in the land of Barovia in this new D&D blog series. The Ballad of Benvolio Gallipoli – Session 2 – The Death House  This is Hell.  My body is still wracked with pain, the scars from the zombie attack itch.  Yet I, Benvolio Gallipoli, live. This mist, that won’t let us leave these woods, that returned my spirit to my broken body.  This mist, that snatched the one fleeting second of peace I felt as I left this mortal coil and is forcing me to continue on.  Can I cry? I don’t know. I should be crying, but my sadness is overwhelmed by rage. The anger I have been holding inside has boiled up to the surface.  All I can think about are the Lycan Alpha that slayed my wife and child. I know he’s in the Feywild, far from where ever we are right now. I know I should be focusing on my current situation, on my two strange companions

Benvolio Gallipoli, exiled from the Feywild, chronicles his mist-adventures in the land of Barovia in this new D&D blog series. The Ballad of Benvolio Gallipoli – Session 1 – Goddamn You, Mist!  This is Hell.  Nine months in the world of man, the stench hasn’t gone away.  The sun has damaged my Elven skin.  It’s been difficult finding work, I am still adjusting to being removed from my Fey magics.  I managed to scrape enough gold together to get a decent set of armor and a shield.  At least, when I was banished, they let me keep my sword.  After a few odd jobs to acquire some basic gear I started looking into more serious work.  I got a tip some farmers were complaining their cows were being killed, so I signed up for the team being hired for security/investigation.  Figured I’d at least be around people like me: just looking to do the job and no small talk.  God was I wrong.  The farmers were broke, and could only

  Not too long ago, my buddy Bob of the Battle For Salvation gaming club in White Plains NY (that’s called a shout out kids) called me up.  He had gotten his hands on the 5th edition D&D module The Curse of Strahd.  He thought it would be fun to get a few buddies together and run it for us.  My schedule is/was pretty busy but I hadn’t played with their crew in a long time so I said “Count me in!”.  I thought it might be fun to make a blog about it, written in character.  Sort of like reading the journal entries my character would make as he lived through the story.  As I was putting the character together, I was (as usual) getting obsessed with his back story and felt that this whole blog thing could work.    Now, I know that giving major story spoilers for a published adventure would be pretty rude.  I will be keeping campaign story details to a minimum.  I’m not making a