#sturm von zarovich

[nouveaumoon]

various von zaroviching

[arichtelus]

family reunion

just a little sketch of sturm von zarovich (my pc, revenant paladin of vengeance) and strahd jr. (the manifestation of strahd's childhood memories he wished he had forgotten)

sturm became his parental figure despite being his brother and wanting to beat his senior version's ass.

[theravenloftwanderers]

The Von Zarovich brothers Look at them, precious little kids. Sergei, oblivious that in many years' time, Strahd's gonna murder him to try pull a Mr. Steal yo girl (unsuccessfully.) While Sturm said "Imma get the milk" and has never been back since. (He didn't even show up for the wedding despite getting an invite.) Bro saw all the warning signs and said absolutely not.

[maybelacrimosa]

what if Sturm was the Strahd puppet. Like someone tried to seal Strahd away in an adorable puppet but accidentally got Sturm and no one noticed he was gone. it feels like the kind of thing that would happen to Sturm.

[casketsanctum]

Borcan Sturm can be a very real possibility if u think about it

[saintastaeroth]

Sturm is that forgotten middle child of the von Zarovich's SO left behind that even fifth addition doesn't remember him.

[thatothervonzarovich]

I live!

[eden-or-something]

Sturm von Zarovich from my CoS game as some kind of draconic knight of Argynvost :з

[thatothervonzarovich]

I always imagine Sturm being a bard, he has a lot of skills, but he's not a horny bard he's a dad bard, being encouraging and passing on his knowledge. I like to think Strahd was the kid who could never do anything that make his father completely happy, Sergei was the golden child and Sturm was kinda ignored.

Sturm Von Zarovich is the character ever, he dodged a massacre by avoiding his brother's wedding, he's a middle child, he's an accountant, he has no art whatsoever, what a legend.

[is-sni-ovg]

can you imagine being sturm von zarovich and sending a message and a wedding gift to your little brother like "oh sorry i can't make it but best wishes :)" and going about your business and then hearing about

all of that

[rahadaddy]

Strahdtober Day 2 - Raven

A historical document for Blood Countess: @thelostbarovianroyals, @morpheoussilvercreature, @knightinkosherarmour

An excerpt from Religion in the Dark Domains 

The von Zarovich crest used to simply be the portrait of a castle: the von Zaroviches’ ancestral home against a sea of red, representing the way their blood flowed through the soil. It would have remained thus for another several centuries, had Barov von Zarovich married a human woman. Any human woman of the time would have deferred to her husband and never thought to make a fuss about the surname she was sacrificing, nor the crest she was trading for her husband’s coat of arms. A human woman would have taken what her husband offered, as was customary. Barov did not marry a human.

Ravenovia von Roeyen was the disgraced crown princess of the Dusk Elves. She had not quite been forced to abdicate the throne, still being allowed her royal title and wealth, but had been stripped of her power by a thin majority in the first vote the Elven Council had put forth in five hundred years, after her son, Rahadin, slew his father. That story is, perhaps, best told by another historian. 

Ravenovia was unusually tall, both for a woman and for an elf, and her mother had trained her in magic, war, statecraft, and religion, as fitting a woman of her station. After her first husband’s death, Ravenovia followed her not-yet-grown son into exile and took with her a retinue of elven and half-elven loyalists, who would later become the foundation of her mystic cult of the Raven Queen. Beautiful and intelligent and in desperate need of a husband, Ravenovia threw herself in front of Barov’s horse as he and his men marched on the Balinok Valley and she beseeched him not to travel further ahead, lest he be ambushed by Tergic forces. She said she would provide him war council in exchange for a price she would later name. As the von Zarovich forces slowly reclaimed land in the region, she was wed to Barov and crowned his queen. Within the first year of marriage, she bore him a son, Sturm. She also set about changing what would later be codified as Barovian law and tradition. But to my earliest point, one of the first changes that Ravenovia made was to von Zarovich heraldry.

Dusk Elves are not known for their heraldry. The matriarchal society of Dusk Elves instead uses textile patterns, much akin to human tartans, to denote lineage and loyalty. However, Ravenovia was versed in human custom and sources close to the royal couple have said that she insisted upon imbuing her personal heraldry into the von Zarovich crest. She may have borne Barov a son during that first year, but Barov gifted Ravenovia a revised family crest: the ancestral home now the backdrop, with a great raven unfurling its wings in the foreground, representing not a family line, but a single family member: Ravenovia.

It is said that the repetition of the von Zarovich crest as a symbol on Barovia’s coins, Ravenloft’s stationery, and the country’s army uniforms fuels some of the Raven Queen’s power to this day - if, indeed, such a figure as the Raven Queen truly exists. If it is the case that the raven emblazoned on the von Zarovich crest empowers the lesser goddess known as the Raven Queen, the irony is not lost on any historian or religious scholar that the von Zarovich crest stood sentinel over the Barovian Army and Ulmist Inquisition during the great battles with Osybus at the Amber Temple. The superstitious may wonder if that in and of itself was an omen of things to come when Ravenovia would seek to expand her powers past queendom and mortality altogether. 

The von Zarovich crest still bears Ravenovia’s personal insignia and even Countess Strahd’s castle, Ravenloft, bears her name. If one does not die until one’s name is no longer remembered, Ravenovia’s memory surely lives on in Barovia in one form or another.

[arichtelus]

oc_tober day 1: fave oc(s)

my CoS blorbo Sturm and his pathetic brother Strahd during war time some homebrew changes to my dear Barovia

[theravenloftwanderers]

The faces of Tatyana Federovna

Heres a compilation of some stain glass artworks I've done in relation to Tatyana Federovna + Ireena Kolyanovich. Featuring some familiar incarnates and some non familiar to the official stuff in The Curse of Strahd Module and the Van Richten's guide.

In our version Lyssa is not related to the Von Zarovich as the last surviving Von Zarovich is Sturm.

Tatyana Federovna

Ireena Kolyanovich

Vasilka

Lyssa

Marina

[churchyardgrim]

3e ravenloft’s greatest hits: lady edition

ASK AND YE SHALL RECIEVE 

Natalia Vhorishkova

so we know and love the Weathermay-Foxgrove sisters, 5e actually kept them more or less the same, BUT. what 5e neglected to give much detail on was Natalia, and as soon as i read the dread possibilities in Van Richten’s Arsenal i was obsessed. holy shit! fucknasty sadomasochist werewolf lady, locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse with the hunter she seduced and betrayed and who has now made it his life’s goal to hunt her down?? give me 40k words about her right now immediately.

Perseyus Lathenna

holy shit yall, i didn’t even know about this character until i went looking, but she’s? amazing?? a tiny-ass grandma wizard who got the goodness traumatized out of her, and was then inspired to try again years later and ended up reclaiming that drive to help people? a disabled woman who innovates a new method of spellcasting that doesn’t need somatic gestures? a respected scholar who keeps her identity close to her chest, as a way to bypass the systematic inequality of the cultures she’s working in? holy shit i love her. put her in your game so help me god.

Tara Kolyana

listen i know we all love Ireena but 5e did her so so dirty, and 3e for all its faults gave us Tara. homegirl’s parents saw the writing on the wall and got the fuck out of dodge, and it fucking? worked?? she’s free? mostly. mostly free. the narrative tugs and tugs like an undertow but she’s had time to grow now, time to become a wholeass person outside of Barovia, outside of her destiny, and who knows what she could do now? who knows what kind of power she could have if she went back to Barovia as an adult, a full-fledged cleric with a solid sense of her self and her duty.

Ebb

literally who doesn’t love a fuckmassive shadow dragon. she’s fantastic, she’s goth, her best friend is a wizard, what more can i say? 

Lyssa von Zarovich

light of my life, girlboss of my heart, this list would not be complete without Lyssa. Strahd’s direct grandniece by way of the oft-forgotten middle brother Sturm, her goals are simple; reduce Strahd to a fine ash for the crime of piledriving the family’s history and reputation, and do some actually functional governing in Barovia. and she’s a genius! she not only found out about Strahd’s Big Oopsie entirely independently of anyone else in the know, she then looked at what uncle dearest had done and said “yeah i’ll have what he’s having” and fuckign followed through. and then! discovered a way to speedrun vampire power levels via a ghost booty call! and then invented vampire mindflayers, just bc she hadn’t broken enough records that week. 

she’s an excellent foil for Strahd, an ambitious, intelligent, and politically savvy woman who took the vampirism deal (literally the only other character to do so besides Strahd) with the full knowledge of what it entailed; as a means to an end, not an impulsive sacrifice. most of the material she’s got (and even in older editions there isn’t much) positions her as a middle-strength villain, but honestly i want to see her as a lesser-of-many-evils ally.

[mocha-writes]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @whenyoulosesmallmind , thank you!

After putting this off for… An absurd amount of time I have resumed poking at a WIP of Strahd’s diary to be used in my own campaign. I’ve realized that this has to be “Mocha tells the story of his wildly canon-divergent Strahd, not Mocha retells his favorite parts of the novel I, Strahd.” So here is the tentative opening paragraph

The time has come at last for me to make use of this journal, gifted to me by my youngest brother Sergei during Sixth Moon of the 350th year of the Barovian Calendar. It was a present for my fifty-fourth birthday. Though I made no secret of my loathing for that reminder of my inevitable death, Sergei never saw it fit to let the day pass without giving me some sort of gift, however minor. I can still recall the warmth of his soft hands as he pressed this tome into my own, his on either side of our heraldry stamped on the front cover. “I hope it will be useful,” he said, his high voice almost akin to a whisper in its natural quietness. His vividly pale blue eyes, almost bereft of color in the same way as our mother’s, shone with excitement as he looked to me for my reaction. At the time, I had been surprised and could not mask it even if I had thought to. Now, it makes me sick to remember the way he gazed at me that day. The adoration—the love—in his eyes was false, for if he truly cared for me, he would have done his duty as I had, as Sturm had and countless generations of Von Zaroviches before us. Instead he chose rebellion, an affront to myself and our family and the gods he claimed to love so much. But I suppose I am getting ahead of myself. I write this journal to preserve my memories, of good and ill, of loyalty and treachery, of love and despair.

I will tag @perkeleen-lavellan @hurl-a-can and anyone seeing this who wants to do this, please let me enable you of you have something you’ve been wanting to show off part of. No obligation, as always, this was just fun and I thought I’d share.

[thatothervonzarovich]