Welcome to the World of Ravenloft, Outlanders. To its native inhabitants it is simply called the Realm of Dread. Each of you is a stranger to this land; and almost everyone you come in contact with recognizes you as foreigners to the Realm. Nearly one year ago each of you awoke in the field of tall wheat grass that grows just outside the small port town of Haddonville, in the southern coastal regions of Land of Mordent. Each of you arrived carrying nothing except the clothes you happened to be wearing. You each recall laying down to sleep the evening previous, but none of you know how you ended up in Mordent.