The Wind

Paralysed by the decision we must make, we toss on the waves. As the wind buffets us from place to place, it shrieks in low, vile tones. A shudder runs through our very bones.

  • The Wind has no respect for those who stand around. The party suffers its Curse. If this is the party's third Curse, click here.

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