The skies are sullen, and the trees are weathered. In this land of the Demiplane of Dread – Ravenloft – confused about how you got here through the fog, you see a cart displaced on a beaten dirt road. A tall, gaunt gentleman in a long, black robe and cowl approaches you. His thin, withering hands stretches out to greet you with a subtle wave. His elongated face, high cheekbones and sunken eyes look desperate. “My vardo wheel is in disrepair. Could you assist? In return, I could take you further along the road for your troubles.” You see a passenger silhouette sitting still, ignoring your conversation… .
Ravenloft First Encounter