In the North, in the deep of winter, there is a story, tall tale really, that passes around the taverns of a wizard who tricked Death itself and found eternal, damned, life. Every time the story is told, it grows, and now is almost unrecognizable from the truth about Lohdelus the Ice Lich.
Not a big deal, but we thought we would update our map so that whilst in our booth you don’t get lost. And as always we strongly encourage you to make sure that you have a priest able to turn the undead if you attempt the exploration of the Haunted Hall of Dig Chow next door.
The last thing you take down is your tent. You want it to be as dry as possible before you pack it up and move on. And so that is what we have done. We have struck camp, packed up our dice, our trays, bags, towers, and tucked away the magic for next year. Chances are though as we travel on that you may find us again in any number of places, Messrs Illgot and Gaines do get around.
P.S. And whoever put the zombie kobolds in the tent last night, NOT FUNNY!