Mother-In-Rust
She hums lullabies to rusting cradles and asks strangers if they'd like to be... assembled.
Gavel-9
Its voice echoes like a verdict read from the deep past: emotionless, unwavering, and final.
Kirael of the Thousand Sparks
She arrives mid-sentence, surrounded by flickering lights that whisper what she cannot say aloud.
Riverbank Village
The Riverbank Village is a serene settlement nestled along the winding bends of a crystal-clear river.
Brokk Earthcleft
He does not speak of the night his clan fell—but the ashmarks on his axe and the salt in his eyes speak louder than any tale.
Varnis Coldwake
His smile is soft and sad, like the first leaf of fall. But his blade speaks for those who were tricked, ensnared, or never returned.
Cindela “Cin” Moraith
She doesn't knock when she enters a haunted house—she listens. If the doors are breathing, she asks them what they want.
Nok Drifthowl
No one hears him arrive—only the echo of a voice that shouldn’t be speaking anymore.
Sister Maeralith Thornveil
She speaks with the stillness of a tomb—each word a nail, every silence a ward against what stirs in the dark.
Argynvostholt
Argynvostholt, a ruined mansion once home to a noble silver dragon and his knightly order. Now haunted by undead revenants led by the vengeful Vladimir Horngaard, the stronghold holds the key to restoring hope in Barovia.
Darrin Mournwillow
There’s something calm and quiet about him—like autumn air or a tree holding its breath before winter. His eyes don’t blink often, but when they do, the room stills.
Sella Virelane
The wine is imported, the pillows velvet, and the laughter effortless—but somewhere between the silk and the shimmer, someone is listening.