Ravenloft is hardly a playground even for the most experienced souls, innocent or corrupt, that dwell therein. The pure of heart struggle to reconcile their noble struggle against the darkness with its own inescapable futility - whilst the black of soul simultaneously covet and dread the great power held by the darklords. These are the immutable truths of the Realms of Dread.
But sometimes the immutable too can change. A power has risen in the Mists, to which even the darklords seem beholden. Still in its infancy, this new breed of Evil is vulnerable and those loyal to the banner of Good prepare to strike before it grows to its unassailable maturity. Which morality shall triumph is a question whose answer is still unknown...