Got some great bits and pieces from reading other folks Strahd Monologues and wanted to share mine! The Tarokka reading has placed him at the tower right outside the Heart of Sorrow (K57), so I went full Castlevania Dracula with it. Wanted to try to push the "you act like heroes but you're worse than I am" angle. Anyway, hope it inspires you as much as all your work inspired me!
(Strahd is facing away, looking over the parapets down at the valley. Wine glass in hand)
“I envy mortals. You are blessed with forgetfulness. Your memories fade and become as fog. You are spared having to remember every tortured day of your wretched existence.
Not I. I recall each and every day of the 400 years I have ruled this land with perfect clarity.
But not you. Ah, how easily you can forget the look on the faces of those you have so wantonly slain in my kingdom. You can forget how easily you have taken life after life in my own home. You can forget each and every one of your sins.
(condescending chuckle) You see yourselves wearing the hero’s mantle, that much is clear. A vainglorious, self-appointed role.
(he turns to the party)
It suits you.
You have ruined lives, destroyed families, assassinated leaders with whom you do not agree with. Even standing before me now, you proudly wear the spoils of combat. You have done almost as good a job as I at conquering this valley.
You’ve plundered ancient relics, released dangerous knowledge from its resting place, taken the power of gods, but of course, always “for the greater good” yes?
(another condescending chuckle, he turns back away) That’s how it started for me as well. Each small sin, so easy to commit, always “for the greater good”. A single coin carelessly flung into a well. Then another. Yet here we are, and the waters have begun to overflow the stones.
I have seen hundreds of your kind. I have put each of them into the earth. You will join them, and be forgotten. But not by me. I will remember the look of terror on your faces for all eternity.
For your crimes, I, Strahd von Zarovich, son of King Barov and Queen Ravenovia, lord of this land, now sentence you to death.
(Strahd drains his glass and casually tosses it over the parapet)
Let us begin.”
By - Chowderman