This mists of Ravenloft envelop you once again. When you realise where they've taken you, it's too late. You find yourself in the burning wastelands of Har'Akir — where nothing is as it seems.
The desert is a powerful foe, but in Har'Akir, an ancient evil is awakening and the desert will be the least of your worries. As withered hands cast off ancient shrouds, little can save you from the touch of death.