Bathed in pallid green witchlight, a figure stands beneath a pulsing crystal, the hollows of their desiccated flesh cast in horrifying relief. Clad in moldering robes, covered in grave dirt, their voice carries on a fell wind as they recite an incantation. Weaving foul magics, in arcs of green and red lightning, they summon a palpable aura of death and despair.

~ Envisioned by Leif from Devs & Dice

Cursed Hill

Part I: Base of Skull Hill
Part II: Slopes of Skull Hill
Part III: Pair of Red, Armored Warriors
Part IV: Summit of Skull Hill
Part V: Lich Beneath a Pulsing Crystal

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