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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rhun" data-source="post: 5515020" data-attributes="member: 29098">The carriage speeds through the twists and turns that the road takes through the craggy peaks of the Balinoks. After a few minutes, you take a sudden turn due east and the startling awesome presence of Ravenloft itself towers before you. The carriage comes to a stop just in front of twin guardhouses of turreted stone, broken from years of use and exposure. Beyond these, a 50-foot wide precipice gapes between the Balinok cliffs and the walls of Ravenloft, a chasm of dizzying depths that disappears into the fog-shrouded distance far below. The lowered drawbridge of shorn-up wooden beams hangs precariously between you and the arched entrance to the courtyard. The chains of the drawbridge creak in the wind, their rust eaten iron straining with the weight.From atop high strong walls, stone gargoyles seem to stare at you from their hollow sockets, grinning hideously. A rotting wooden portcullis, green with growth, hangs open in the entry tunnel. Beyond this, the main doors of Ravenloft hang open. A rich, warm light spills from them into the courtyard. Torches flutter in sconces to either side of the open doors.<a href="http://img405.imageshack.us/i/carriageride.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/628/carriageride.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a></blockquote>