The Starved

Fearful of this phantom repast, we turn our backs to the table and walk on. A sibilant voice fills the air around us.

“You cannot know… what it it is… to hunger…” whispers the voice. “Let me… show you…”

Our bellies grow empty. We are suddenly ravenous. But when we double back, the food — and its table — are gone.

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