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.