The Curse of Strahd
The Gates of Barovia
With the fog spilling out of the forest to swallow up the road behind, high stone buttresses looming gray in the fog are jutting out of the impenetrable woods ahead. Huge iron gates hang on the stonework. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate, their heads now lying among the weeds at their feet. They greet you only with silence.