Graveyard

Village of Barovia

A fence of wrought iron with a rusty gate encloses a rectangular plot of land behind the dilapidated church. Tightly packed gravestones shrouded by fog bear the names of souls long passed. All seems quiet.

History

A white raven sits on a tombstone in a dream. Thousands of lost souls march towards the castle. Fate is cruel, memories tarnished. All that is left is a nursury rhyme.

Type

Graveyard