| 1d12+1d8 | Encounter | Flavor Text |
|---|---|---|
2 |
Ezmerelda d’Avenir |
You round a corner to find a cloaked woman cleaning a silvered rapier by torchlight, her eyes sharp and measuring. |
3 |
Rahadin |
Footsteps echo in the corridor before a tall elf in dark finery appears, a chorus of phantom screams following in his wake. |
4 |
1 black cat |
A black cat slips from beneath an archway, tail curling as it vanishes into a shadowy stairwell. |
5 |
1 broom of animated attack |
A broom sweeps an empty hall — then turns sharply, bristles lowering like a soldier leveling a spear. |
6 |
Roll 1d4+1 animated flying swords |
Rusted blades drift from a weapon rack, rising into the air and aligning themselves to strike. |
7 |
Blinsky toy |
A wind-up monkey clangs its cymbals from atop a dusty banister before slowly turning its painted grin toward you. |
8 |
Unseen servant |
A candelabrum floats down the hallway, its candles still dripping wax though no hand holds it. |
9 |
Roll 1d4 Barovian commoners |
Servants hurry past, eyes downcast, clutching trays of covered dishes that smell faintly of iron. |
10 |
Roll 2d6 crawling claws |
From beneath a tapestry, severed hands skitter into the hall, nails scratching across the flagstones. |
11 |
Roll 1d6 shadows |
The torchlight flickers — and from the walls themselves, your own shadows peel away to stand against you. |
12 |
Roll 1d6 swarms of bats |
From the rafters above, a torrent of screeching bats dives, wings whipping the stale castle air. |
13 |
1 crawling Strahd zombie |
A decayed torso drags itself across the marble floor, leaving a wet smear in its wake. |
14 |
Roll 1d4+1 Vistani thugs |
The creak of a door reveals Vistani leaning on the railing of a gallery, knives catching the torchlight. |
15 |
Roll 1d4 wights |
Armored figures stand at attention in a dark hall — until their heads turn in perfect unison toward you. |
16 |
Trinket |
On a cracked windowsill rests a small silver locket, still warm to the touch despite the cold air. |
17 |
Giant spider cocoon |
A man-sized bundle of silk hangs from a high beam, faint tremors running along the strands. |
18 |
1 Barovian witch |
In a firelit chamber, a hunched woman stirs a black cauldron, muttering curses into the rising steam. |
19 |
Roll 1d4+1 vampire spawn |
The balcony doors burst open, and pale, snarling figures vault over the railing to land before you. |
20 |
Strahd von Zarovich |
At the far end of the grand hall, a tall, pale man stands by the window, wineglass in hand, smiling as if at a private joke. |