From the outside, the estate retains its charm: manicured hedges, artful stonework, and tall, curtained windows that once glowed with candlelight and music. But inside… the celebration has turned to horror.
Tables remain set for the masquerade — fine silver untouched, goblets overturned, and glittering masks lying abandoned on polished floors. Elegant figures still fill the ballroom, frozen in place by a moment lost to time… or something far worse. The scent of perfume lingers beneath something metallic and wrong.
Silks are stained. The air is too still. And behind the masked smiles, eyes remain wide open.
In summer, sunlight pierces the tall windows and casts long, ghastly shadows across the floor. In winter, frost clings to the glass like ghostly breath, and the silence grows colder still.
Carowyn Manor offers Dungeon Masters a hauntingly beautiful location for social horror, cursed magic, or morally charged encounters. It is a ballroom of the dead, a puzzle box of poisoned revelry… and your players have just arrived at the end of the party.
The music has stopped.
But something still waits for a dance.
