The Crone

The crone screeches as we refuse her wisdom. “Ungrateful maggots! You will know my wrath!”

A moment later, we stand once more at the threshold of the hut. The interior is ruined and empty; the ghostly crone is gone. But a dark presentiment chases us from the hovel.

  • The party has incurred the Curse of the Crone. If this is the party's third Curse, click here.

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