The RAIN divide their path, one into celebration, the other into sorrow. But Barovia remembers every choice, and even victories carry a cost. When the night ends, will their paths rejoin—or will the mists keep part of them forever?

The RAIN find themselves back at the beginning in Barovia… or should we say, Bar-over? The clues they hoped to follow aren’t as clear as expected, and the paths ahead lead to new faces, strange encounters, and dangers they’ve never seen before. With no easy answers, how will they face challenges they can’t predict—and threats they don’t yet understand?

The mountain shakes as an undead dragon rends sky from stone, and The RAIN face a battle they cannot win. If death is not the end, what comes after? And how many times can they fall before hope itself is lost?

Through snow and storm, The RAIN reach the painter’s hut high in the mountains—only to find answers that raise even darker questions. Who is this strange figure, and how can he know so much of their journey? And when truth is finally revealed, will it free them… or trap them forever?

In Vallaki, celebration hides a darker purpose. The RAIN split up to uncover the truth behind the festival, but every answer only breeds more questions. What is the Burgomaster’s true intent? Can they stop the night’s ritual before it’s too late? And if they do… will the town see them as heroes or villains?

Arriving in Vallaki during the height of the Blood Moon Festival, The RAIN find a town full of cheer, masks, and unsettling smiles. But beneath the celebrations, something feels wrong—forced, desperate, too perfect. What lies behind the masks, and what will the night’s rituals truly reveal?

Castle Ravenloft opens its grand doors to The RAIN, offering warmth, food… and questions. A cordial host. A lavish meal. A house full of secrets. But in Barovia, even kindness feels like a trap. Can hospitality be trusted when offered by the devil himself?

The RAIN begin their climb to Castle Ravenloft, treading a path walked by countless adventurers—most never returned. Whispers haunt the road, and uneasy allies raise more questions than answers. Can Rawlin be trusted? What horrors wait along the castle’s looming paths? And is Strahd truly the devil they’ve been warned about… or something far worse?