In the darkest depths of the Dyerwood, the adventurer's brick ancient fault-guarding

of y'all, made to win the Elven Sorceress and Dylan, the homosexual bar, continue their

quest to save the town from the evil presence that lurks at the tower in a distance.

Hello, as we said before, this isn't going to be a particularly amazing

young pod. If you didn't like the last one, there's a good chance you're not going to like this one.

So yeah, part two of D&D.

Hello, and welcome to D&D.

The grave ale is beautiful in the late summer.

Although a pronounce chill in the air, even during what should be the hottest part of the day,

indicates that something is definitely a miss with the weather.

The first few hours of your journey pass uneventfully,

but as you travel through the high forest, the temperature drops steadily,

and with a sharp wind carries with it the promise of winter,

even though the leaves have not even begun their annual autumn change.

More time passes until finally the sight of the stark white wood,

the albino trees, the muck, the boundary of the dire wood,

informs you that draggdork tower should be within a few miles of here,

even though you don't actually know what that tower is because you failed rolls.

You still magically somehow know that it's a few miles away.

So you did 27 rolls of the dice?

Yeah, not even kidding.

27 rolls to determine the outcome of the blizzard.

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