The Curse of Strahd

I return you, finally, to the tale of an old land. A land forever seated in the quiet space between the heaving breaths of mist that bear down upon its forgotten, rotted landscape. A quiet terrible place, beyond time and consequence. this is a place for the truly wretched to dash themselves upon, to wrought their wicked rage until they wane, until you wane, and sputter further into more endless smoke.