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The sickly sweet taste clung to Lucia’s tongue, a forbidden pleasure laced with the metallic tang of corruption. The ancient tree’s sap pulsed with a dark energy as she drank, a secret indulgence that both thrilled and chilled her. With a furtive glance around the shadowed glade, she filled her wineskin, the viscous liquid sloshingContinue reading “Session 46: Back on the Trail”

Despite the unsettling vision of Sageblood in the night, Sturmburg and the party rest peacefully, albeit deeply, because of the incense, and awake with heavy drowsiness. Before leaving the tavern, Kristov notes that Sageblood looks unnervingly hale — even compared to the night before. Meanwhile, the air hung heavy with the scent of incense, andContinue reading “Session 41-45: Doom Comes to Knightcross”