Under raging storm clouds, the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft.

• Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires.
• The wind’s howling increases as he turns his gaze down toward the village of Barovia.
• Far below, yet not beyond his keen eyesight, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain.
• Strahd’s face forms the barest hint of a smile as his dark plan unfolds. He knew they were coming, and he knows why they came — all according to his plan.
• A lightning flash rips through the darkness, but Strahd is gone.
• Only the howling of the wind fills the midnight air.
• The master of Castle Ravenloft is having guests for dinner.
• And you are invited.