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Wind blows through ice covered columns as the party moves across a half buried ruin. Huge, furred hunters with frost in their coats slip between broken statues. Torches flare, swords ring, and each breath fogs the air. Hold the path or be lost to the storm and the pack.
By HouseCommonBlood5
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Wind blows through ice covered columns as the party moves across a half buried ruin. Huge, furred hunters with frost in their coats slip between broken statues. Torches flare, swords ring, and each breath fogs the air. Hold the path or be lost to the storm and the pack.