Sobbing, shoulders heaving, Taison stopped running upon reaching the forest's edge. Those wretched ghasts were tracking him somehow… They had to be. But how?What had the lich done to him? Calming himself, the cleric struggled to think back through the fog of images to his imprisonment in the frigid dungeon laboratory; what was it that… Continue reading The frigid dungeon laboratory
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