![]() ![]() Strahd grimaced, and his sharp canine teeth promised mayhem. He clutched one hand to his chest and muttered, as if making a promise, or perhaps delivering a curse, a single name: “Ireena. ![]() ![]() His eyes, burning with a never-satisfied hunger, took in the drizzling twilight, the looming peaks, and the few sad lights of the village below. Lightning revealed the sneering countenance of Count Strahd von Zarovich. A blot of night detached from the shadowed walls of the castle and moved out onto a narrow balcony. Constructed on the sheer side of a thousand-foot cliff, the terrible fortress was occupied by something ancient and evil. Castle Ravenloft brooded over a bleak, mist-shrouded valley. Its broken battlements sketched a jagged line across the darkened sky. Not the least glimmer of light escaped the castle’s tall black windows.
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