Stuck in Ravenloft. Cue spooky music.

This place rules. Or does it? I dunno. It is proving to be a challenge for me as a DM because everything is so cut and dry as is. As with many other prepublished materials, it is somewhat difficult to adapt my style of DMing to the material and vice versa. I guess we'll have to stick it out and see where it leads.

Follow the rules, kid

So, here we are in Ravenloft. Wait, what?

I get turned into a lizard and die, find out I have a mansion, have said mansion broken into (not a proud moment) witness a brutal mass-murder at the hands of a peaceable country bumpkin, and find myself swimming in some bizarre, trans-planar doppelganger bullshit, all within the first few weeks of knowing these assholes? And now this? If I hadn't seen that Rugmoth guy summon giant horde-slaying statues, I'd be cursing his name right now, for lack of the name of another god.

Granted, I find that running around with these guys is sharpening my skills; you know, trying to steal shit from under the nose of a fledgling paladin and a thief-hating magical midget has its challenges, but still, is it really worth it? I don't have a choice in anything I do, much less did I have a choice to charge headlong into mists what make everyone crazy, or the trees what make everyone crazy, or the asshat crazy shopkeeps what try to kill you. Gods, screw this place.

Straightaway out of the mists we found ourselves getting poisoned by the locals. Some crazy fucking lady in a farmhouse, don't ask me. I put on my best manners, though. Ericker made sure of that. Even when I was puking all over the table and myself, he was all "Don't steal anything, you filthy little kid." or some other such paladin nonsense. Were it up to me, we'd have gotten the information that we needed at the point of a blade. But then, the last time I didn't listen to them, I got turned into a fucking lizard.

After trying to talk to the mute crazies in town, we got a map and get the fuck out... and immediately walked into a crazy man killing forest that only half of us could see. Oh yeah, and there where giant cats that tried to kill all of us. Great. Good thing we have a psychopathic statue-wielding half elf in our party to literally break their faces off.

On the plus side, we do have that stupid wrinkle bag, Theophitits in our party, so I'm not the most useless pile of shit in this gaggle of retards, and at the end of the day in this insane place, at least I have that.