Ancient Evils, Dark wipers, And the feeling of inescapable dread, haunt your very existence. In this world every shadow has a secret, every person has an agenda. And every soul hides a dark desire.

Welcome to Barovia, a mist-shrouded forest valley in the southeastern foothills of a brooding mountain range. This minor realm is little visited, being far off the major trade routes and having a poor reputation in surrounding lands. Ancient curses, gloomy weather, and vicious werewolves plague the long-suffering peasants who bend beneath the yoke of a cruel nobleman.