Welcome to Barovia

The mists swirl thick and cold around you, obscuring all sense of direction and time. One moment you were traveling the familiar roads of Faerûn, and the next, an unnatural fog descended, cutting you off from the world you knew. When the gray shroud finally lifts, you find yourselves standing before towering iron gates, their bars twisted into shapes that seem to writhe in your peripheral vision.

Beyond the gates lies a land trapped in eternal twilight. The trees are skeletal and twisted, their branches reaching toward a perpetually overcast sky like the grasping fingers of the damned. A dirt road winds through the dense forest ahead, disappearing into the gloom. In the far distance, perched atop a mountain of dark stone, you can barely make out the silhouette of a castle, its spires piercing the clouds like the fangs of some great beast.

This is Barovia, the land of the mists, and it has claimed you. Whether by fate, misfortune, or the will of the Dark Powers themselves, you have been drawn into the domain of the vampire lord Strahd von Zarovich. The gates creak open of their own accord, an invitation you cannot refuse.

"Welcome, travelers, to the lands of the Devil Strahd. I have been expecting you."

You wake up suddenly, unexpectedly coming out of a dream which felt like no dream. The wagons have stopped, the wheels no longer creak and the draught horses are silent. You shove open the curtains and bellow for your friends as you prepare to jump out into the night... only to hear laughter and feel warm beer lapping against your arm as you raise your head from the tavern table and see a man in the uniform of Duchess Marwen's household approaching.

Campaign Notes: This site serves as a chronicle of our journey through the Curse of Strahd campaign. Session notes, character developments, and significant events will be documented here. The darkness is patient, and it remembers everything.

Content will be updated as our tale unfolds in the shadows of Castle Ravenloft...