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11:18, 28th March 2024 (GMT+0)

Escape from Barovia

Magic flames from a black candle cast a reddish glow over the interior of an old wagon, the only light for miles in the mysterious dark. Camphor, burning wood and unknown herbs mingle, creating a spicy pungent damp smoke that fills the air. Centre in the wagon is a low table covered in a black velvet cloth, and hunched over the table with a deck of Tarokka cards is an old crone.

From the top of the deck, she draws five cards and lays them out one by one, side by side. When she is done, her withered lips part, revealing stained teeth and with a voice that crackles like dry weeds, she exclaims, "Ahhh, at last!"

The Tarokka cards have revealed to Madam Eva a group of individuals whose destiny is to end the curse of Strahd or die trying.

And you are one of the Chosen.