"The hearts of Men hold secrets and desires darker than any tainted creatures." - Vaermina, Daedric Prince of Nightmares Under raging storm clouds, a lone figure stands silhouetted against the ancient walls of Castle Ravenloft. A vampire lord long-forgotten by time and ego stares down a sheer cliff at the village below. A cold, bitter wind spins dead leaves about him, billowing his cape in the darkness. Rumbling thunder pounds the castle spires. The wind’s howling increases as he turns his gaze back to the village. Far below, yet not beyond his ken, a party of adventurers has just entered his domain. His face forms a twisted smile as his dark plan unfolds. He knew they were coming, and he knows why they have come—all according to his plan. He, the master of Ravenloft, will attend to them. Another lightning flash rips through the darkness, its thunder echoing through the castle’s towers. But He is gone. Only the howling of the wind—or perhaps a lone wolf—fills the midnight air. The master of Ravenloft is having guests for dinner. And you are invited. It is the year 2E 590, the 20th of Sun's Dusk and 8 years into the Three Banners War Many have died in conquest of the Imperial City which remains in Ashes after Coldharbour was unanchored from its moors inside of Cyrodiil. As war rages; shadows linger and mist preys upon souls unknowing that they are at the mercy of a long-forgotten Lord. <a href="https://app.roll20.net/lfg/listing/444410/elder-scrolls-soulcairn-curse-of-strahd" rel="nofollow">https://app.roll20.net/lfg/listing/444410/elder-scrolls-soulcairn-curse-of-strahd</a> Apply here