Curse of the Night Hag (Patreon)

In a distant part of the land, an old curse tells of a hag named Rotten Ethel and her coven of witches, who once plunged a beautiful forest into eternal darkness. The heart of this curse lies in an old shack in the center of a now-dead lake. Rumors spread that the witches aim to create a dark artifact that will spread this curse throughout the lands.

In the whispers of trees and the sighs of shadowed winds, there are truths told in hushed tones, stories that stitch the fabric of time, of realms unseen, and of whispers barely caught on the edge of perception. In such a world, nestled in the sorrow of forgotten woods, a tale uncoils, a nocturne of a curse both ancient and malevolent. It begins, as most things do, with the stirrings of the past reaching hungrily into the present.

Once, the forest had been alive, verdant with the vibrant pulse of life, where every leaf whispered secrets of the earth and the stars to anyone who would listen. But that was before Rotten Ethel, a hag of the dark places, a weaver of forlorn destinies, took residence in the heart of the woods. With her sisters of sorrow, they spun a tapestry of darkness, a curse that starved the earth and left it a husk of memories.

Where once old trees stood tall now live cursed treants, and where water sang, now a bleak lake lay silent, save for the mournful cries of spirits trapped beneath its glassy surface. Where green tendrils and floral perfumes once danced, now twisted limbs and foul mists cavorted with gleeful malice. It was a realm redrawn in nightmare, the canvas of a hag's cruel whimsy.

Yet, tales, like paths, twist and turn, often back upon themselves. For in the quiet despair, an ember of hope kindled, a whispered promise carried by the very ether that had borne silent witness to the forest's fall. Heroes, strangers to the curse yet intimately acquainted with the language of bravery, would navigate this labyrinth of dread. Drawn by dreams, led by specters, they would seek to sever the chains of the curse, to challenge the darkness with the audacity of their light.

The night is dark, the path is treacherous, and the shack looms ahead. The whispers of the forest are waiting to be heard. Lean in, listen, and you shall hear, for this story, like all stories, belongs to those who dare to listen closely.

Hi friends!

Happy Halloween!!!

Guess what? We're about to dive into a whirlwind of magic, mystery, and, yup, some good old-fashioned mayhem in the adventure map pack, "Curse of the Night Hag"!  Spooky woods, eerie echoes, and us, the unstoppable DMs and adventurers. I can't even begin to express how psyched I am to have you all by my side. So, gear up for some fun scares. Let the adventure begin!

Super stoked and grateful,

David

Thank you for your continued support!

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