Having arrived in Barovia on Hallow's Eve, you decide to attempt your own run of the castle halls.
The shinier the trinket, the fairer the maiden awaiting. Known as the Hallow's Eve Run, many daring young men of the village, vying for the affection of a sweet maiden, climb the trecherous slopes and brave an attempt to loot run through the once perilous Ravenloft halls in search of some treasure or trinket. And one perculiar tradition takes place on Old Hallows Eve. And in Barovia, the tales became tradition. It has now been close to 20 years and the castle is seemingly abandoned and the fear of Ravenloft all but forgotten apart from tales told around campfires and by elders to frighten the younglings from foolish curiosity.īut, even in villages haunted by past terrors, the ever curious remain. But Strahd was defeated by the brave adventuring party and his essence cast into the void in eternal torment and damnation.
The former home of the villainous Count Strahd von Zarovich, a vampire lord who once terrorized the town and surrounding lands. The village is perpetually seeped in mist and dense fog and always under the shadow of the great castle known as Ravenloft. 'Welcome to little village of Barovia, in the North-Eastern lands at the foothills of the Stone mountains.
