Pickax. When you're the world can will be the most,

them team-abaltist and be right

for unfortung to overnight,

then so the Luft-Hanser group

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al-Peload or the palletin.

The oldest is switching and 15 years old

lost to men and culture in habe and be right for a

harouse for the wrongs.

Fly Bake.

No, gery, then we will be the next

of Lufthansa Group Ponged careers. Last time on

on curse of Strad. In the mist filled land of Barovia, a secret plane ruled by

Count Strad Vonsarovich, our party seek a way to destroy the vampire lord forever.

They met with a mage who had lost their memories and seemingly been driven to madness. They convinced this strange wizard

that they meant no harm and he provided them with shelter and safety for the

night in his magical mansion, recounting his tragic tale and hearing the parties in return, as well as giving

an opportunity for bathing, for food and a good night's rest. However, he awakens them in a hurry, sending them outside his magical mansion to witness the dark sky being lit red, as a thick orange glow arises from across the lake in the direction of Castle Ravenloft and the village of Barovia,

where several days ago when the party first arrived, Strad made an ultimatum.

And now I ask you, dear players, what do you do on the shores of Lake Zarovich, having been ejected from the

Mage's magical mansion, you see this ominous red glow coming from the

direction of Barovia.

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