The master of Castle Ravenloft is having guests for dinner. Only the howling of the wind fills the midnight air.
He knew they were coming, and he knows why they came-all according to his plan.Ī lightning flash rips through the darkness, but Strahd is gone. Strahd’s face forms the barest hint of a smile as his dark plan unfolds.
The wind’s howling increases as he turns his gaze down toward the village of Barovia.įar below, yet not beyond his keen eyesight, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain. Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires.
Under raging storm clouds, the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft.
