The Stones

Remembering some distant advice from our childhoods, we cut wide strips of bark from the nearby trees and fasten them to our shoes. The increased surface area does the trick; carefully and safely, we make our way across the quicksand. But even as we push on, a dark cloud of sand blows up from the ground. We have angered the spirits.

  • For defying the quicksand’s hunger, the party suffers the Curse of the Stones. If this is your third Curse, click here.

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