The Trees

Another day in this wretched Mire? We can’t stomach the thought. Swinging the axe, we chop our way through the tangled branches.

As we finally emerge into daylight, the wind rattles the branches above. It seems, for a moment, as if the trees are shaking their heads…

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  • You have made your disdain for the Trees clear. The party suffers their Curse. If this is the party's third Curse, click here.