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Early Life
Alizandra grew up as the center of her parents’ life in their small village. According to her
mother’s diary, she began to speak in full sentences at twenty-two months old. It was clear that
she would require more teaching than Toma and Steliana could provide, so the little family
gathered their belongings and moved when Alizandra was three.
They moved to a city built between mountains and sea, and joined a newly built temple
dedicated to the Morninglord. Toma and Steliana let the clerics of the temple teach their
daughter, finding jobs in the city to fund her education. Alizandra’s exceptional intelligence and
wisdom impressed the clerics and soon she was being trained to join the priesthood herself.
Alizandra grew up with few friends among her peers. Her isolation at the temple and her
maturity made it difficult for her to make connections with children her own age. Instead, she
spent most of her time socializing with adults. As a result, she was well versed in politics and
economics by her adolescence.
When Alizandra became a young teenager, a physical change in her became apparent.
As she reached adolescence, a pair of small, white-feathered wings grew from her shoulders.
She had always been marked as blessed by the Morninglord, with the glowing markings on her
forehead, but the wings only further proved her connection to the divine. It became obvious that
Alizandra was not human, like her parents, but instead Aasimar.
Alizandra began to experiment with her innate abilities as an Aasimar. By the time she
turned fifteen, she was able to call light into an object, heal with just the touch of her hands, and
see through the darkness. She was an imposing figure even as a teenager, quickly growing to
nearly two-and-a-half meters tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. She sought out
training to hone her arcane abilities as well as learning to wield a sword, declaring that she
would be a weapon of the Morninglord.
1 Steliana Antonescu’s diary was brought to Barovia by Alizandra, a gift from her mother to remind
Alizandra of her upbringing. Some pages have survived the passage of time and are kept preserved in
the Abbey of Saint Markovia
Coming to Barovia
Alizandra Markovia was officially declared a fully trained priestess and cleric of the
Morninglord at seventeen years old, in 318. She was well admired by all of her fellow clerics at
the temple on the mountain and with that admiration came jealousy. Markovia felt she could
never quite fit in with the clerics who had raised and trained her, and determined that she would
need to start a temple of her own to truly fulfill her destiny as the Morninglord’s champion.
Markovia connected with a few other clerics who felt a similar wanderlust, and began her
travels. She visited many cities and villages near the sea, travelling the coast for a year before
returning to the mountains. Along the way, she found many who were willing to devote their
lives to worshipping the Morninglord, and they joined her.
Shortly after her nineteenth birthday, Markovia and her followers found a small but
beautiful valley, inhabited by a diverse population of heathens who had not yet found the light of
Lathander. They began to build their temple near the peak of one of the smaller mountains
surrounding the valley. After three years of tireless work, the Abbey of Brilliant Worship was
completed in 323, and Markovia had a new home.
Alizandra Markovia, though now devoted to worshipping the Morninglord and teaching
his ways to others, had always had a soft spot for midwifery, due to her mother’s dedication to
safely bringing newborns into this world. Markovia made certain that a part of her Abbey of
Brilliant Worship was used as a hospital, taking care of the ill or wounded, and that the hospital
was well equipped to take care of pregnant mothers and newborns. Over her many years of
working at the Abbey, Markovia delivered over a hundred babies, blessing each of them in
Lathander’s name.
In addition to her work caring for the sick and for new mothers, Markovia made it her
mission to teach the ways of the Morninglord to the native people of the valley, who worshipped
a trio of fey “goddesses'' instead. While certainly the archfey who, according to legend, once
lived in the valley were powerful beings, Markovia taught the natives the difference between
archfey and true gods and goddesses. The native people, mostly nomadic hunter-gatherers,
were willing to listen to Markovia’s teachings in exchange for the healing services she offered at
her hospital. Over time, a small village sprung up around the Abbey of Brilliant Worship, where
the nomadic natives could safely spend a harsh winter or sell goods they had made during their
travels.
It was also during the early years of the Abbey of Brilliant Worsip that a man named
Barov von Zarovich began a conquest of the valley. He had spent his youth conquering similar
untamed areas, building his own small empire, and this valley was his next target. As the Abbey
of Brilliant Worship was completed, Barov’s armies were beginning to war against the natives of
the mountains.
While some of the natives saw Markovia as one-in-the-same with Barov, and declared
her an enemy, others found sanctuary at the Abbey after disastrous battles against the von
Zarovich army. Markovia took no stance on the political turmoil and it seems that she never met
Barov von Zarovich at all.
The conquest did have an effect on the Abbey. As Barov’s army pressed deeper toward
the mountains, outsiders came with him. Hunters, woodsmen, farmers, and wounded soldiers
began to settle the valley in Barov’s wake. Soon, word spread to the settlers that a church to
Lathander had already been built, and those with religious inclinations came to seek their
education. As such, the Abbey of Brilliant Worship found new clerics, whose families and friends
moved into the village. Soon, the village became a town, and then eventually the town became
a city which was called Westfort.
For the next twenty years, the Abbey and Westfort were a sanctuary for anyone seeking
shelter from mountain winters, aid for sicknesses of the body and mind, or succor from the word
of the Morninglord. Markovia slowly built up a family of priests whom she could trust with all her
heart, and revelled in the glory of what the Morninglord had given her.
2 There is some debate over the identity of the so-called Mother Night. It seems clear to this author that
the goddess Shar fits the bill best, but others argue that it is her twin sister, Selune, who is the true
Mother Night
Unfortunately, the Matriarch had managed to get spies inside of Westfort before security
of the town tightened. They reported Markovia’s actions to the Matriarch, who sought to defeat
Markovia and quash the movement to rid the mountain of werewolves.
The Matriarch knew only one way to show dominance over a community: defeat its
leader. As the sun set one evening, the Matriarch and her entire family arrived at the gates to
Westfort, demanding a one-on-one battle with Markovia. The people of Westfort, at first, refused
to entertain such a ridiculous request or to pass along the word that the Matriarch was waiting
for Markovia. However, the Morninglord Himself told her that her enemy awaited at the gates,
and told her not to fear this battle.
Markovia dressed herself in her shining plate armor, armed herself with her holy blades,
and descended from the Abbey without fear. She ordered the city guards to open the gate and
stand aside. As she stepped out, the sky lit up as if it were high noon and not twilight. The
Matriarch flinched away in fear and pain, but was not one to run away from a fight. She and
Markovia faced one another.
“In the name of the Morninglord!” Markovia proclaimed, unfurling her two-meter wide
white feathered wings, her eyes glowing with divine power. The Matriarch growled and snarled,
her form twisting horrifically until she was half-human, half-wolf.
The battle was fierce. The Matriarch was filled with bestial fury and was no easy foe,
managing to avoid Markovia’s swords over and over. Then, as the air filled with the sound of
sweet voices singing, Markovia cleaved the Matriarch’s head from her shoulders in one swing.
Terrified by this display of the Morninglord’s power, the rest of the werewolves fled. The
people of Westfort fell to their knees, prostrating themselves before Markovia. As she hoisted
the Matriarch’s head upon a pike, she spoke to the people.
Do not kneel before me, my friends. It is not my power that deserves your
admiration, for all that I am was given to me by the Morninglord. Let us praise
Him, and only Him, at the Abbey!
The people of Westfort and the Abbey began a seven-day celebration following the
defeat of the Matriarch. They fasted and spent the week worshipping the sun that shone
overhead. It is said that the sun did not set for that entire week, basking the mountain in a
golden, continuous glow.
The Tyrant
Westfort no longer stood as a symbol of death and hunting. In fact, the werewolves that
had plagued the mountain were no longer in the area at all. They had joined Strahd von
Zarovich’s army, and by his side helped him to finally defeat his enemies in battle. In 347,
Strahd conquered the valley, naming it Barovia after his father, and naming himself Count. He
began building a home for himself in the east, which he would call Ravenloft.
Now that the valley had been conquered by Strahd, Markovia faced a dilemma.
Markovia knew Count von Zarovich for the devil that he was, but with the Abbey so far removed
from his newly built Castle Ravenloft, there was little interaction between the two leaders.
Markovia knew that Count von Zarovich considered Westfort and the Abbey as part of his
kingdom, but she was willing to ignore him so long as he stayed in the east. Markovia prayed to
the Morninglord for guidance and felt certain that, if the time came to rid the valley of Strahd, the
Morninglord would send her a sign.
Then, ten years after she had met Count von Zarovich, there was a horrible shift in the
valley. All at once, dark magic sliced through the mountains as neatly as a pair of shears
through cloth. The mountains shook and trembled, the sky roared with thunder, and darkness
fell upon the valley. The sky clouded over and thick mists rolled in, cutting the valley off from the
rest of the world. In his castle to the east, Strahd von Zarovich had given his mortality for power,
embracing the darkness and becoming Vampyr. The ugly stain of his greed tore the valley from
the fabric of reality, thrusting it into a plane of its own. Never again would the sun shine down
upon the Abbey of Brilliant Worship, nor would the valley ever be free of Strahd’s tyranny. This
would become known as the Year of Mists.
Markovia herself was struck down and nearly killed during this event. Her connection to
the Morninglord was cut off so quickly and violently that she found herself terribly weak, unable
to even lift her head for weeks. While in a deep sleep, however, she came to the realization that
there was only one thing she could do in the face of such evil. Markovia knew that, although He
could not speak to her in this place any longer, the Morninglord would want her to root out the
evil and bring the sunlight back to the valley.
Markovia began to build an army. She took all the able warriors
from the Abbey and Westfort down the mountain. She recruited the
defeated natives who had survived Strahd’s first conquest, she recruited
fellow clerics of the Morninglord, she even followed rumors of good
lycanthropes who had never joined Strahd’s side. Over the next six
months, her power grew, until she was ready to battle the Devil Strahd.
The Aftermath
With Markovia slain, all hope of usurping Strahd from the throne was lost. Her followers
went into hiding or were killed by those who wished to prove their allegiance to the Count.
Newly-named Krezk became a ghost town, with very few remaining behind. Krezk was still well-
fortified by the stone walls around it, and Strahd was able to convince Ladislau Krezkov to stay
and govern the city despite its dwindling population, suggesting that Krezk would be one of the
most defensible cities in Barovia should an uprising ever happen.
While the worship of the Morninglord was never explicitly outlawed by Strahd or by
Krezkov, as it was briefly in Vallaki, the deep religiosity of the city had died alongside the priests
in the Abbey. Still, the pool that had once been blessed by Markovia was still crystal clear, and
the people who lived in Krezk could hardly forget the influence she had over the building of the
city. A few years after her death, to appease the Lathandrites who still lived in Krezk, Ladislau
officially renamed the Abbey of Brilliant Worship. Honoring the unofficial founder of Krezk, it is
now known as the Abbey of Saint Markovia.
For almost three hundred years, the Abbey stood empty but for the ghostly memories of
times past. Then, an outsider came to Krezk with a mission. Known as the Abbott, this man took
up the mantle that Saint Markovia once held, turning her Abbey once more into a sanctuary for
the ill and infirm. His title has been passed on for generations, each Abbott a paragon of
solemnity and grace. These days, the Abbey of Saint Markovia is home to some of the most
downtrodden people of the valley, looked after by the Abbott. Perhaps, in the future,
worshippers of the Morninglord will return to Krezk and rebuild the Abbey of Saint Markovia into
the religious center of Barovia that it once was.