The Land of Time | Session 12
5/7/2026 – The Horns of Windhollow Finnley’s heart thundered in his chest. The thick, sour stench of roasting flesh and unwashed goblin bodies clung to the mist like a curse. Captain Salt stood frozen beside him, bowstring drawn taut, her breath barely visible in the cold air. One of the Bog Goblins lifted its snout,…
