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An old wooden gallows creaks in a chill wind that blows down from the high ground to the west. The well-worn road splits here, and a signpost opposite the gallows points off in three directions. Across from the gallows, a low wall, crumbling in places, partially encloses a small plot of graves shrouded in fog.

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Guido Contreras Woda

Oh I think my two parties will be there this weekend. I'll show it to them after the fact, but I'm sure it'll be awesome!

Mark Biediger

Nice! I like the Ravenloft interiors but these scenes of Barovia is what I'm here for.