Ok so this was about it:

So the players ended up in front of deadhouse

This happened to Corvin:

The Church of Barovia

The Mists had claimed him. While the rest of you staggered, bloodied and gasping, out of the suffocating maw of the Death House, Corvin did not emerge. One moment he was with you, the next he was gone, swallowed by the fog that curls and coils at Strahd’s whim.

When he awoke, it was not to daylight or safety, but to the groan of rusted hinges and the flicker of candlelight. He was no longer in that cursed House. He was in chains, the cold of damp stone pressed against his back. His wrists were rubbed raw where iron bit his flesh.

Above him loomed the vaulted, rotting ribs of a church cellar. Water dripped steadily from the ceiling. And across from him—chained, but never still—was a creature that might once have been a boy.

Doru.

His eyes glowed faintly in the dark, like embers smoldering in a dying fire. His voice was a rasp of hunger and madness. “So hungry… let me out… just a taste…” He strained at the chains bolted deep into the stone, fangs flashing in the candlelight, claws screeching against the wall as he reached for Corvin again and again.

And always nearby, kneeling in prayer until his knees bled, was Father Donavich. His voice cracked with endless supplications to the Morninglord. But when his prayers ended, when his tears could no longer fall, his eyes always came back to Corvin.

“Help him,” the priest begged. “You can ease his suffering. Just a little. Just a taste. The Morninglord will forgive…”

Corvin had not yet been fed to the beast. But he had watched.

Two nights he had endured it. Two nights chained in that cellar, listening to the endless screams. Two others had come before him—ragged villagers, desperate souls dragged into this sanctuary by a priest’s trembling hands.

Corvin was forced to witness as Donavich pushed them toward the monster. To see the boy-thing’s claws tear into their skin, to hear their cries echo through the stones until the feeding silenced them. Their bodies were left crumpled on the floor, blood pooling across the flagstones, before being dragged away into the shadows.

Each time, Corvin was left alive, left to watch, left to understand what was coming. Doru would leer at him across the gloom, licking blood from his lips, whispering promises through the rattle of his chains.

Now, he is the only one left.

Donavich trembles as he approaches, clutching his holy symbol with one hand, reaching out with the other. “It will be quick,” he sobs. “You will save him. The Morninglord will see your sacrifice…”

The chains rattle. Doru’s eyes blaze. His claws scrape the stone as he stretches, slavering, toward the figure being dragged across the cellar floor.

Corvin’s scream splits the silence of the church.

The players did this:

Still reeling from their escape from the Death House, the party lingered near the outskirts of Barovia. The mists hung heavy, the air cold. They Noticed Corvin Missing Vess, overcome by a sudden surge of fear and confusion, transformed into a deer — an instinctive attempt to flee the oppressive weight of the land. Without hesitation, she bolted toward the Svalich Woods.

Myra, concerned for her companion, gave chase into the gray-green gloom.

🔥 The Ash Ring Deeper in the forest, both saw it — a column of black smoke rising unnaturally from ahead. The scent was wrong: not wood or brush, but something vital burning to nothing.

They came upon a swath of forest reduced to smoldering ash. In its center, a perfect ring of flame pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.

Within the ring lay Logi, barely conscious, his gear scorched.

Logi remembered only that in his homeland, a forest fire was abruptly extinguished — as though swallowed whole — before waking here in the ash.

So the players met Logi, with his bearddragon fire spirit who set the woods afire.

They met and decided to go to the Inn together so they could rest.

They arrived between night and morning, and they woke the Innkeep called Blood of the Vine Tavern they woke Ismark with a bell and they traded food for a place to sleep. In the morning they drank some wine (that was all there was) Thereafter when walking through town Myra and Vess had a private conversation about not trusting Logi

They had this encounter: Morgantha, a night hag in the guise of an old woman, has come to the village from Old Bonegrinder to sell her dream pastries for 1 gp apiece (see chapter 6 for a description of the pastries). She goes from house to house, knocking on doors. Most of the time, no one answers. When someone does, Morgantha tries to peddle her wares, offering customers an escape from the misery and despair of everyday Barovian life. If the characters shadow her for a while, she collects payment from one household in the form of a seven-year-old boy named Lucian Jarov (LG male human noncombatant). Lucian’s parents plead with Morgantha not to take their boy, but she snatches the crying child from their grasp, stuffs him in a sack, straps him down to her peddler’s cart, and casually makes her way

And they succesfully defeated the hag. Logi found a tooth (vampire tooth), that magicly attuned and attachted (he now is some sort of vampire spawn, leader undecided)

Then they went to the church, They were met with the Priest Donavich (i used a female version priest), logi asked questions about the tooth and how to get rid of it. He didnt wanted to get rid yet, but he noticed a increase of lust for the wine, (it was wine made of blood) They left, and just then they heard a familiar scream. It was Corvin's.

They went to the tavern to make a plan to free him from whatever is happening there The players had some offtime Myra learning Vess to read. And they slept one more night. Logi and Myra hid from Vess that the entire party drank blood in the Inn on the first night.

The next morning they wake up deciding what to do next