Opening credits play over: Transylvania 1887
🎬 Opening Credits: Melodic War Productions presents
🕯️ 0:00–0:08 | Title Reveal: The Lantern Leads A single lantern swings from a crooked post at the edge of a forest path—its flame steady despite the mist. Beneath it, bootprints fade into damp earth. Ribbons tied to skeletal trees flutter like warning flags. A deck of cards lies scattered, half-buried in leaves. The screen exhales: BAROVIA, etched into a moss-covered milestone. The camera pans to a new signpost: Wizard of Wines – 6 miles.
🌲 0:09–0:20 | The Road Narrows The forest leans inward. Branches claw at the sky. A Vistani wagon rolls past, its lanterns casting dancing shadows on bark that seems to flinch. Ravens fly overhead, then vanish into the canopy. A hand—weathered, ringed, trembling—reaches into frame and turns over a card nailed to a tree: The Broken One. A charm of grapevine and braid dangles from the signpost, spinning faster than the wind allows.
🚶♂️ 0:21–0:33 | The Travelers Move Forward The wanderers walk the road, each step echoing with memory:
Fleetwood (Richard Armitage) walks apart, eyes scanning the treeline for threats that never quite show themselves.
Clarion (Gwendoline Christie) strides ahead, cloak billowing like stormclouds, gaze fixed on something unseen.
Silverleaf (Tatiana Maslany) trails her fingers along the bark, whispering to the raven that follows them.
Felonious (Ben Whishaw) mutters incantations under his breath, the air around him shimmering faintly.
Greegan (Matt Ryan) rolls his bone dice as he walks—they clatter against stone, revealing The Marionette and The Horseman.
Ireena Kolyana (Tamsin Mackenzie) walks behind them, her cloak drawn tight, eyes fixed on the spirit mirror slung across her back.
Arabelle (Cailee Spaeny) lingers at the edge of the group, her cloak drawn close. She pauses, kneels, and presses a raven feather into the mud. Mist curls upward, briefly forming a spiral before dissolving. Her gaze lifts, sly and knowing, as if she’s listening to something the others cannot hear.
Starring
Richard Armitage as Fleetwood
Gwendoline Christie as Clarion “
Tatiana Maslany as Silverleaf
Ben Whishaw as Felonious
Matt Ryan as Greegan
Tamsin Mackenzie as Ireena Kolyana
Cailee Spaeny as Arabelle
🕯️ 0:34–0:46 | The Fortunes Shift The scattered cards rise from the ground, spinning in midair. Six remain suspended now: The Broken One, The Horseman, The Innocent, The Marionette, The Darklord, The Artifact. As each is drawn, the forest reacts—leaves fall upward, shadows stretch, a distant howl pierces the silence. Behind the cards, Strahd’s silhouette flickers like a mirage—never present, always watching.
Arabelle’s eyes catch the final card as it drifts past. She does not reach for it, but the mist coils around her hand as if marking her.
🍇 0:47–0:58 | The Vineyard Beckons The mist parts to reveal rows of twisted grapevines, their branches skeletal, their fruit withered. Ravens circle above, cawing in patterns that sound almost like words. A wooden sign creaks in the wind: Wizard of Wines. The camera lingers on the sagging roof of the winery, its timbers bowed, its windows dark. A single raven lands on the milestone, tilts its head, and flies toward the vineyard.
🎵 0:59–1:10 | Final Note: The Winery Looms The party crests a hill. Below: the winery sprawls crooked against the valley, its vineyard stretching like veins across the earth. The final card lands in Silverleaf’s hand: The Artifact. The forest hushes. Even the ravens stop cawing. Fog curls into the shape of a door, then dissipates.
Arabelle watches, her expression unreadable—half child, half oracle.
The road continues… But the destination is no longer in question.
🎼 Main Title by Alan Silvestri
COLD OPEN BEGINS:
🎬 SCENE: “Feathers and Revelations” — Quiet Evening at the Wizard of Wines Winery
Background Music: Keepers of the Feather | Unofficial Curse of Strahd Soundtrack | 1h TTRPG Theme Music | Loop
🕯️ CAMERA HOLDS on the dim firelight—flickering across bruised faces, battered armor, and the slow breath of a party finally resting.
Clarion moves quietly among them, fingers aglow with soft healing magic. She wraps bandages around blight-bitten arms and bruised ribs, her silence reverent.
🦅 Davian sits at the fire’s heart. His cloak still damp. His staff rests across his knees. He watches the flames for a long moment before speaking.
DAVIAN: “You’ve earned truth tonight. So I’ll give it plain. No riddles. No feathers.”
He looks up. His eyes are tired, but clear.
DAVIAN: “We are the Keepers of the Feather. Spies, not soldiers. We speak through ravens. We watch. We warn. We shelter those who stand against Strahd.”
He gestures to the rafters, where ravens perch in silence.
DAVIAN: “Muriel Vinshaw. Urwin Martikov. My children. We’ve kept this land breathing. Quietly. Until quiet wasn’t enough.”
🎭 He pauses. The fire crackles.
DAVIAN: “Elric was Elvir’s twin. Bold. Loyal. He broke the creed. Three months ago, he joined the rebellion. He wanted justice. Or glory. Maybe both.”
His voice tightens.
DAVIAN: “He died in Castle Ravenloft. And with him, our silence. The scarecrows came first. Then the Forest Folk. Then a woman—dark-skinned, druid-shadowed. She smiled like rot.”
🍷 DAVIAN “They came for our special treasure. Three gems, like pinecones, grow our vineyard’s lifeblood.” He shows them a scroll with a picture of the three gems.
DAVIAN “Champagne du le Stompe. Red Dragon Crush. Purple Grapemash No. 3. Ten years ago, the first gem vanished. Urwin swore he saw a raven thief led by an old woman in fog. I didn’t believe him.”
DAVIAN: “Three weeks ago, Baba Lysaga’s minions stole the second. Red Dragon Crush died. Five days ago, the Forest Folk took the third. Now the vines sleep.”
❌ Fleetwood stares into the fire.
FLEETWOOD: “So we’re chasing ghosts through vineyards and memory.”
🎯 Silverleaf runs a blade stone along her recovered sword.
SILVERLEAF: “No. We’re tracking the past—because they’re using it as a weapon.”
🎤 Felonious murmurs, thumb on his chin.
FELONIOUS: “And if Wintersplinter’s what comes next… we’ll need more than feathers.”
🛡️ Clarion folds another bandage.
CLARION: “We’ll need hope. The kind that doesn’t die easy.”
🌿 Davian’s voice drops.
DAVIAN: “The druids wield blights now. Corrupted things. Born of the Gulthias Tree. I didn’t know they could command such horrors.”
He looks at the scroll again.
DAVIAN: “And now… they’re searching for the first gem. The one stolen years ago. I don’t know why. But I fear what they’ll grow with it.”
🔥 The fire crackles. Ravens circle once overhead, then settle on beams and barrels.
🎥 CAMERA PULLS BACK as the party sits in silence.
The story is no longer about wine. It’s about what grows in its absence.
🎬 SCENE: “Divided by Thorn” — Wizard of Wines Winery, Fireside Aftermath
🕯️ CAMERA SETTLES in the heavy stillness after revelations. Embers crackle as the moon climbs higher over ruined vineyard soil. The party rests—battered, stitched, bracing quietly for what comes next.
Background Music shifts: Ireena Kolyana (Theme) | Unofficial Curse of Strahd Soundtrack | 1h Theme | Loop
Eliza stands, arms crossed, posture taut with decision.
🎭 Her voice is steady, sharper than her usual charm:
ELIZA: “Go to Yester Hill? Me? Absolutely not. You want to dance with this Wintersplinter, go stomp in the rot yourselves. I’ve had enough madness for a lifetime— and I’ve only had one.”
She tosses a glance at Greegan, then turns toward Ireena, gaze cool and cutting.
ELIZA: “And you? You don’t belong with them. Especially not him.”
🎯 The party stills. Greegan doesn’t rise.
ELIZA: “He’s not honest. He wears his grief like armor, and his smile like bait. He’ll break you.”
🎥 Ireena shifts, fingers tightening on her sword hilt. She doesn’t interrupt.
Eliza steps closer—not threatening, not gentle.
ELIZA: “But Strahd… Strahd’s cruel, yes. But he’s never lied to you. He sees you as his, and he’s made that truth shine darker than any spell. Greegan? He won’t even admit what he wants. That’s worse.”
Her smirk fades.
ELIZA: “You’ll learn the difference. Pain teaches.”
🎭 Fleetwood rises slightly, saying nothing—just watching Eliza’s silhouette against the firelight, a creature pulled by memory and guilt.
FELONIOUS: (under his breath) “She spits because she still bleeds.”
🎥 Eliza turns to leave, each step deliberate. She doesn’t ask for goodbyes. She doesn’t wait.
The wind picks up as she reaches the edge of the dock. A raven circles once overhead— then follows her into the mist.
🎬 SCENE: “What It Means to Love” — Edge of the Vineyard, Wizard of Wines Winery, Nevyar 10, Midnight
🕯️ CAMERA HOLDS IN LOW FLAME as moonlight drips down the rows of broken vines. Distant caws echo overhead. The fire’s embers crackle behind them, faint and dying. The storm has passed—but not everything has calmed.
Greegan stands at the vineyard’s edge, arms folded, watching Ireena where she sits alone in the dark, her silhouette outlined in silver. Her hair catches the light like ash. Her sword rests beside her, untouched.
He says nothing. Just watches.
Behind him, a cough—deliberate. Soft. Scholarly.
Felonious approaches, tapping his staff once against a fence post, eyes fixed not on Ireena… but on Greegan.
FELONIOUS: “You’ve been watching her a long while. Want to tell me what you’re thinking before your bones seize up?”
Greegan doesn’t look away. He sighs—a long breath, the kind that digs up old regrets.
GREEGAN: “I just want her to be happy. Gods, I’d be overjoyed if that could be with me. I would. She’s stronger than me. Braver. Doesn’t need me— but I’d still like to be beside her. If it’s some other man, or if she chooses no one at all— I’ll be okay. As long as she smiles for real.”
He glances toward Felonious.
GREEGAN: “I don’t know what that says about me. That I’d let her go, if it meant she felt free.”
Felonious doesn’t respond right away. His gaze drifts toward his weathered satchel by the fire. The corner of a dark binding peeks from inside: The Tome of Strahd.
He scoffs quietly.
FELONIOUS: “It says you’re not like him. Strahd doesn’t want Ireena to smile—he wants her to surrender. To fit into his aching mold. You want her joy, even if it costs you. That makes you better than a man who wrote books about his longing and called them truth.”
🎥 CAMERA CLOSES ON GREEGAN. His jaw tightens—not from pride, but uncertainty. He nods once. Not enough to agree. Just enough to breathe.
From the vineyard, Ireena turns toward them, her eyes unreadable in moonlight. Maybe she heard. Maybe she knew all along.
🎬 SCENE: “Threads and Ghosts” — Wizard of Wines Winery, Moonrise Along the Vines
🕯️ CAMERA LOW on the dock’s quiet edges, where the light rests gently across faces no longer fighting, but still guarded. The vineyard sleeps in the haze of healing and haunted thoughts.
Greegan walks quietly toward Ireena, the earth crunching beneath each cautious step. She doesn’t turn immediately.
He exhales, brittle.
GREEGAN: “Ireena… what are you thinking?”
A beat. Then she speaks, still staring toward the hills beyond.
IREENA: “That there’s always someone who wants to carve a shape from me. Strahd wants me to be memory. Eliza wants me to be caution. You—”
She pauses.
IREENA “You want me to be happy. But that’s not simple, is it? It’s like I don’t know who I am without someone else defining me.”
She finally looks at him, eyes clear—not angry, not soft. Just real.
IREENA: “But I’m starting to want to find out.”
🎭 Meanwhile, closer to the fire—
Fleetwood sighs, watching Greegan’s quiet agony unfold.
FLEETWOOD: “Poor bastard. That’s a knife you volunteer to hold, knowing it’ll slip eventually.”
Clarion chuckles, adjusting the wrap on her wrist.
CLARION: “You’re one to talk. Or did Marla the Crimson chase you across half of Threshold because you were a gentleman?”
Fleetwood’s grimace is theatrical.
FLEETWOOD: “That had to be about vexing me. She was working for Bargle.”
CLARION: (quirks a brow) “Are you sure that wasn’t affection? She did let you live.”
FLEETWOOD: (smiles back) “She let me live to stew. Which is somehow worse.”
🎥 CAMERA TURNS BACK TO GREEGAN AND IREENA.
The silence between them isn’t empty. It’s waiting.
🎬 SCENE: “The Breath Between Battles” — Wizard of Wines Winery, Dawn on Nevyar 11
🕯️ CAMERA DRAWS WIDE on the quiet remains of the loading dock—cleared now of vines, blood, and ash. Shadows retreat slowly as dawn stains the sky with reluctant warmth. The ruins sigh. Life inches back in.
🌿 Fleetwood and Clarion Rest
Fleetwood sits with his back against a warped barrel, his sword grounded and quiet beside him. Clarion is tucked against his chest, her forehead resting just below his collarbone, the weight of healing magic still pulsing faintly through her fingers.
He brushes a strand of hair from her brow with a motion almost reverent.
FLEETWOOD: “It’s peaceful now. Suspiciously peaceful.”
She murmurs sleepily in reply:
CLARION: “Don’t jinx it. Or I swear I’ll resurrect something just to slap you.”
🗡️ Greegan Watches Nearby
Not far off, Greegan stands at half-attention, leaning lightly on a vine-stripped beam. His gaze drifts toward Ireena, sitting alone once more, her blade across her lap.
He doesn’t move closer. Doesn’t speak.
But his posture says it all: he’d give the storm back if she’d step into the calm beside him.
She glances his way once. Then looks down again.
He sighs.
📚 Felonious Secures the Tome
Near the firepit, Felonious kneels before his pack, fingers sliding carefully around the aged binding of the Tome of Strahd.
He tightens the straps, wrapping it in leather and cloth, murmuring protective spells as wards glimmer faintly around the satchel.
FELONIOUS: “If Eliza wanted this, we’ve only just scratched the edges of her intentions.”
He stands with it slung across his back like a reluctant burden.
FELONIOUS: “Let’s hope she wanted answers—not endings.”
🦅 The Martikovs Reclaim the Winery
Across the courtyard, Davian Martikov stands tall, his children busy reclaiming their home. Adrian and Stefania sweep broken glass and cart frames, while Elvir guides injured ravens to nesting beams.
A banner is re-hung—frayed but defiant.
Davian watches the rising sun with guarded hope.
DAVIAN: “She bleeds but she stands. The land isn’t finished with us.”
💬 Silverleaf and Muriel Talk Feathers and Secrets
Perched on the winery’s rooftop edge, Silverleaf sits beside Muriel Vinshaw, both watching the ravens wheel in the open air.
SILVERLEAF: “They’re more than messengers. They feel things. Loss. Memory.”
Muriel nods, brushing soot from her sleeve.
MURIEL: “Ravens carry stories no bard can sing. The Keepers trust them because they see through fog—and choose to land anyway.”
Silverleaf smirks.
SILVERLEAF: “Wish people were as loyal.”
Muriel snorts.
MURIEL :“Wish they had feathers.”
🎥 CAMERA PULLS BACK
A quiet morning. A reawakening winery. A cast of warriors caught between love, loyalty, and the roots they’ve unearthed.
Above them, the sky clears—just slightly—before dark things stretch once more toward Yester Hill.
FADE TO BLACK
End Credits play over: Into the Mists | Unofficial Curse of Strahd Soundtrack | 1h TTRPG Dark Background Music | Loop