Under raging storm clouds, the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich stands in silhouette against the ancient walls of Ravenloft Castle. Thunder roars over the towers of the castle. The wind howls louder and louder as he looks down at the village of Barovia.
Far below, but not beyond their keen eyesight, a group of adventurers has just entered their domain. Strahd's face is the smallest trace 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 bolt tears the darkness, but Strahd is no longer there. Only the howling of the wind fills the midnight air. The master of Ravenloft Castle receives guests for dinner. And you are invited.