A peculiar evening exhumed a quintet of eccentric souls. Somnambulism gingerly brought these living corpses, huddled together at the crossroads of a sinister reverie, under a cancerous miasma.

Amidst the murky and maddening laughter.

Two by two, adjacent sleep walkers were strangely birthed, untimely severed from the umbilical cord of reality that prompted their existence moments before, but still pregnant with deadly arms at their disposal. 

A puppet and a paladin. 

Then. 

A pauper and a pariah.

They soon witnessed in the hazy distance, a dozen men and women, gathering around a crackling bonfire. The gypsies’ barrel-topped wagons were parked at odd angles. Carriages seemingly anchored as if no danger loomed in the whistling forest. Tied to a nearby tree, grazing, six draft horses bore bright coats. Their bangles and tassels audibly shivered in the frigid dusk upon them. The colorful folk appeared ostensibly in good spirits. A few of the prancers crooned and capered gluttonously around the flamboyant conflagration, conjured in preparation for the wayward night. Others searched fervently for beads of happiness in their flasks and wineskins. Wakes were funny that way, in bringing familiarity to strangers. 

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ML0XFlWkEvk][i][color=red]Mirth to the macabre.[/color][/i][/url]

The woods suddenly darkened as branches began to close ranks, their needle-covered arms interlocking to blot out any remnant of the unfriendly moon. The shroud of mist that covered the shifty ground turned into creeping walls of gray fog, silently enveloping, preventing any sight of the source of the twelve’s cackling, ghosts forever lost to the silver air. Eyes, unable to pierce more than a few feet in the glee’s direction, quickly misplaced the disappearing tracks of their impromptu existence, as a herald beckoned them.

[color=39b54a]"Welcome!"[/color]

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You are one of five strangers mysteriously grouped and transported to Ravenloft, now haphazardly together at the outskirts of Barovia. The fog is closing in very swiftly, driven by a circumferential wind.  Your drowsiness has now been shaken. Since you have arrived, each of you begins to realize that either this is an enchantment or actual veracity, which suddenly swept you away from your day or night’s yester engagement.

Formal introductions will be required for your initial post, incorporating the lack of assent and a brooding reflection, into this quagmire, before we engross fully into the Discord IC, so as to facilitate discussion more fluently with another. Enjoy the linked music above.

Canon will not register your interactions, though, unless you have a fully accepted character posted in the Discord channel #character-sheets. 

However, ask questions freely, as knowledge might save your character’s afterlife.
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