The twelve of you awaken in a darkened room, your memories are fuzzy but you can recall your professions just fine. Something has occurred to each and every one of you and that is that your current whereabouts are not safe. The rotting floorboards of the room creak as one of you stands up.
"Where are we?" he asks.
"I don't know," says another.
A third man treads cautiously to the window.
"I know where we are," he says, "we're in Ravenholm."

Day 1 Begins