Bog End
The villagers warned the party about the bogs. But they didn’t listen and forged their way through the bog. One misstep, and all that’s left are your final breath bubbling to the surface. That poor horse… rest in peace, Artax.
The villagers warned the party about the bogs. But they didn’t listen and forged their way through the bog. One misstep, and all that’s left are your final breath bubbling to the surface. That poor horse… rest in peace, Artax.
The villagers warned the party about the bogs. But they didn’t listen and forged their way through the bog. One misstep, and all that’s left are your final breath bubbling to the surface. That poor horse… rest in peace, Artax.
Each individual set varies slightly due to the nature of handpoured resin dice.
