The master of Ravenloft is having guests for dinner. Only the howling of the wind - or perhaps a lone wolf - fills the midnight air. He, the master of Ravenloft, will attend to them.Īnother lightning flash rips through the darkness, its thunder echoing through the castle's towers. He knew they were coming, and he knows why they came - all according to his plan. Strahd's face forms a twisted smile as his dark plan unfolds. Far below, yet not beyond his keen eyesight, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain. The wind's howling increases as Strahd turns his gaze back to the village. Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires. His once-handsome face is contorted by a tragedy darker than the night itself. Strahd turns to the sky, revealing the angular muscles of his face and hands. Lightning splits the clouds overhead, casting stark white light across him. A cold, bitter wind spins dead leaves around him, billowing his cape in the darkness. Count Strahd von Zarovich stares down a sheer cliff at the village below. Under raging stormclouds, a lone figure stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of castle Ravenloft.
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