A cold, clinging mist covers the land this morning, and as we push through it we can almost hear the howl of desperate creatures both mundane and exotic… and when it clears, we can clearly see that the land is not the same as it once was. We are somewhere new, somewhere darker; the trees are twisted and the stars are not the same.
We have arrived in Barovia, the domain of Count Strahd von Zarovich; may your stay be short and fruitful.
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