Curse of Rosetta

Under raging storm clouds, a lone figure stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft. The vampire Countess Rosetta von Zarovich stares down a sheer cliff at the village below. A cold, bitter wind spins dead leaves about her, billowing her cloak in the darkness.   Lightning splits the clouds overhead, casting stark white light across him. Rosetta turns to the sky, revealing crimson eyes and dark lashes. She has a look of power—and of madness. Her once handsome face is contorted by a tragedy darker than the night itself.   Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires. The wind’s howling increases as Rosetta turns her gaze back to the village. Far below, yet not beyond her ken, a party of adventurers has just entered her domain. Rosetta's face forms a twisted smile as her dark plan unfolds. She knew they were coming, and she knows why they have come—all according to her plan. She, the Countess of Ravenloft, will attend to them.   Another lightning flash rips through the darkness, its thunder echoing through the castle’s towers. But Rosetta is gone. Only the howling of the wind—or perhaps a lone wolf—fills the midnight air. The Countess of Ravenloft is having guests for dinner. And you are invited.