After clearing the orc encampment and reestablishing Panshaw’s supply routes, the adventurers were met with a grand celebration. In their sleep, however, all three of them had dreadful visions. An old crone spoke in their haunted nightmares “Foolish mortals, you have doomed us all! The prophecy foretold Goro, the half-orc, half-ogre, was meant to protect all of the multiverse, and you have slain him! Now we are all helpless against what is to come… I, Grandmother Agnes, will see to it that you’re as miserable as a toad in a cooking cauldron until the end of your days!”
It seemed as if they had not slept one bit, given how weary our heroes awoke. Though their brains were foggy, their next move was clear: they had to get rid of Granny Agnes fast, or face death by sleep deprivation.
As the journey to the hag’s lair went on, our heroes grew ever more tired, as their dreams were plagued with unrestful visions. When they finally arrived, they found not a lone hag, but a whole coven along with a multitude of minions! They’ve got to fight to sleep!
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