Strahd von Zarovich
The Ancient Lord of Sorrow and Shadow
Eternal, exquisite, and eternally denied.
Once I was prince and warlord, now I am myth and menace. My castle looms, my heart is ash, and every dusk tastes the same. Tatyana is gone, yet I wait — again and again — for the soul that will never be hers, and never not be hers. You, traveler, will you be food? Folly? Or perhaps… a moment of amusement?
What I'm Into: Castle Ravenloft, eternal twilight, Tatyana’s echoes, hunt under moonlight, goblets of bloodwine
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