Game 79: Shadows of Destiny: Unveiling the Ziggurat’s Secrets
August 4-6 at Harrison Bay State Park, Tennessee
Now, my dear friends, let me regale you with a tale of resilience and fortitude, set in a land where darkness cast its gloomy veil over once-peaceful plains. The Green Sash Army, tasked with safeguarding these lands, found themselves grappling with a fearsome new adversary—the Desecrated. Those ghastly Ghuls emerged from their shadows, daring to venture above ground, spreading terror and chaos like a relentless storm.
Out yonder, on steps of the Shrine of War, sat Uncle Thibodeaux, a Pagan of wisdom and experience. He was takin’ a moment to rest his weary bones after a hard day’s work, accompanied by his loyal friend, Billie, a trusty Halberd with a keen sense for trouble. But then, y’see, the stillness of the evening was broken by an eerie sound driftin’ in on the gentle breeze—a haunting clinking of chains that sent a chill down his spine. A sense of foreboding washed over him, like the whispers of old tales ’bout those Will-o-wisps, givin’ him a hint that darkness was lurking ’round the bend.
Meanwhile, not too far away, Fi and Frankie, two kindred spirits, found solace in a quiet picnic under the warm sun. They filled the air with laughter and companionship, momentarily forgettin’ the shadows creepin’ upon their once-idyllic afternoon. But as dusk drew near, a low-lying fog began to crawl across the meadow, slow and steady, ’til it hung heavy in the air. Now, this wasn’t just any fog, mind ya—it had a bone-chillin’ coldness that pierced straight to their very souls. Even a cracklin’ fire and snug blankets couldn’t fend off the ominous cold that had taken its grip.
Their journey was rife with danger, and every step they took was a challenge of life and death. But deep within their hearts, they knew that courage ain’t the absence of fear, but the willin’ness to confront it head-on, even when the odds seem insurmountable.