Crimson Court
Darkness is not a foreign concept to the people of Barovia. It encapsulates all aspects of life for the unfortunate souls who call this place home. Deep within the recesses of Vallaki a rumor has festered for years now. A whisper on the lips of lowborn and highborn alike. The whispers speak of a secretive and dark faction within the bowels of the city, a exclusive group to even the most exclusive parts of the Ruby District. The whispers are few and far between, but those that let the whisper escape their lips are hunted down and vanish without a trace.
Tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city is a manor with towering spires and sprawling gardens that speak to the wealth accumulated over generations. Rumors have it that this place once belonged to the devil, Strahd Von Zarovich, and was once a summer vacation home for the family before the civil war.
Some say that they are a exclusive club meant for the elite of the elite, while others believe them to be a cult comprised of those who wish to bring about an end to Vallaki. While none of the rumors seem to match the other, one thing is consistent across all who have heard of the Crimson Court. The only way in is through an invitation, but no one knows how to get one.
Tucked away in a forgotten corner of the city is a manor with towering spires and sprawling gardens that speak to the wealth accumulated over generations. Rumors have it that this place once belonged to the devil, Strahd Von Zarovich, and was once a summer vacation home for the family before the civil war.
Some say that they are a exclusive club meant for the elite of the elite, while others believe them to be a cult comprised of those who wish to bring about an end to Vallaki. While none of the rumors seem to match the other, one thing is consistent across all who have heard of the Crimson Court. The only way in is through an invitation, but no one knows how to get one.
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