Expedition to Castle Ravenloft
As you travel along your route alone mist begins to creep up around you. The mist begins to rise around you as you continue, so slowly that you barely even notice it at first. It isn’t until you can barely see the sides of the road that you finally realize how thick the fog has become. As the mist thickens to the point that you can make out nothing but your own feet you also realize that there is no sound. Crickets, birds, insects, all of the sounds that had accompanied you thus far on your journey have abandoned you. Just as you begin to panic, the mist starts to recede, much quicker that it came, finally revealing your road and the night beyond. The sun that had accompanied you along your journey has been replaced by a pale blue moon, nearly full hanging in the sky. You feel a sense of dread as you look at this moon; you know that even in your far travels you have never seen this moon before. Looking around you see black pools of water stand like dark mirrors about the muddy roadway. Giant tree trunks stand guard on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mists. In every direction the fog seems thicker and the forest seems more oppressive, save one, the road forward. Almost right in front of you high stone pillars loom up from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road. Huge iron gates hang from the stonework, dew clinging to their rusting bars. Standing before the pillars are two stone statues of armed guardians with wicked pole arms. Their carved heads lie among the weeds at their feet, neatly broken from the stone shoulders. After your mind takes in all this another realization come to you, you are no longer alone on the road. Your eyes flicker over three others who seemed to have materialized out of the mist, the look on their faces a mirror of the confusion you realize must show on yours.