Whispers at the Obsidian Gate
Beneath a bruised crimson sky, the party approached the shattered drawbridge of Ravenloft. Kaelen, drawing his rune-etched cloak tight against the Barovian gale, deciphered the warding glyphs carved into the portcullis while Lyra spotted spectral sentries patrolling the battlements above. Rather than forcing the main gate, the party chose to descend into the flooded cisterns beneath the courtyard.

"The wards are ancient—spill a single drop of blood on these stones and the gargoyles wake."

"Keep your voices low. Something is moving beneath the grate."

