

Shrouded by angry storm clouds and silhouetted against the old walls of Castle Ravenloft, stands the figure of the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich.
United by destiny. Thunder rumbles between the towers of the castle. The howling wind grows louder as the vampire gazes down upon the village of Barovia. Down below, in the distance, but never beyond the reach of his extraordinary vision, a group of adventurers has just entered his domain.
On Strahd's face forms the subtlest of smiles; his dark plan is underway. He knew they would come, and he also knows why they have come. Everything is unfolding according to his wishes. Lightning flashes tearing through the darkness, but the vampire is gone. Only the wail of the wind, or perhaps the howl of a lone wolf, permeates the midnight air. The lord and master of Castle Ravenloft is having guests for dinner. And you are invited.
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Querido/a ,
te envía un deseo de Gameria.
Un saludo,
Gameria
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Shrouded by angry storm clouds and silhouetted against the old walls of Castle Ravenloft, stands the figure of the vampire Count Strahd von Zarovich.
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