Count Strahd von Zarovich turns from the smoldering fire. He can feel the newest souls led to his domain, as do the Dark Powers. The freshly poured water settles to a gentle ripple in the wide silver bowl. Strahd peers down, his own reflection abscent from the crystal clear water. "Show me. Now." A part of his realm, even the water has no choice but to heed his command, suffused with the near limitless... [click here for more]
