“In a rain-soaked graveyard, a small group of men stands round a coffin bound with heavy chains. ‘We are here to mourn the passing of Jean de Cardeau, ’ intones the village priest. ’Let us pray that his rest is eternal, and that he never returns.’ As the pallbearers lift the coffin, something scrapes on the wood from inside. Quickly and without emotion, the attendants slide the casket into a crypt. Then they seal the door and flee. Behind them, unheard, a dull thudding begins, growing louder with the onset of twilight.

D&D 5th: Ravenloft

Ravenloft NicteHa MikeCole