The Bride

As we advise the Bride to move on, her face falls beneath her veil. “Oh, pity!” she cries. “He promised me a lifetime of happiness. But death… That, it seems, I must confront alone.”

Her image grows fainter — and fainter. At last, she is gone altogether. But her sorrow remains, spreading like a stain through the church room.

  • The Bride has departed this world for the next, but her sorrow clings to you.

  • The party gains the Bride’s Curse. If this is the party's third Curse, click here.

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