Curse Of Strahd
UNDER RAGING STORM CLOUDS, A LONE
figure stands silhouetted against the ancient
walls of Castle Ravenloft. The vampire
Count Strahd von Zarovich stares
down a sheer cliff at the village below. A
cold, bitter wind spins dead leaves about
him, billowing his cape in the darkness.
Lightning splits the clouds overhead, casting stark
white light across him. Strahd turns to the sky, revealing
the angular muscles of his face and hands. He
has a look of power-and of madness. His once handsome
face is contorted by a tragedy darker than the
night itself.