The heavens have opened above the valley of Barovia, skies torn asunder by a literal nightmare. My fellow adventurers and I gaze up in horror, not just at the flaming black stallion overhead, but the vampire sitting astride it. Our latest campaign session ended on these chilling words: Strahd von Zarovich has come to Vallaki.
It had been a very successful evening up until that point. We'd tracked down some mystical old bones mouldering away in a leaden box, killed one of Strahd's beloved brides (praise be the holy combination of my cleric's Radiance of the Dawn ability and a mighty wooden stake), and finally leveled up to mark our victory. But nothing is predictable about Dungeons & Dragons, despite the huge Curse of Strahd sourcebook no doubt balanced on our DM's knees somewhere off-camera.
