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The Evil of Witches Fen

The backwater port of Lankwick has been slowly dying for years. Every generation seems more sickly than the last. Many point to the baleful vapors issuing from Mt. Foul as the cause of the town's decline. Others cite the historic persecution of the native swamp witches whose martyrdom gave the swamp its name. In any case, your party has been stranded in Lankwick until the next ship from the capital arrives, whenever that is.

This one-page hex-crawl adventure is for 4-6 characters of levels 4-7 using Labrynth Lord core rules.

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Under Fogbreath Peak

A Stone Giant needs your help. His clan was slaughtered by a mad wizard who now lairs among its bones. He wants revenge. Can you survive the warrens beneath Fogbreath Peak?

This one-page adventure is for 4-6 characters of levels 3-5 using Labrynth Lord core rules.

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The Manse on Murder Hill

Several children of Little Flanders have gone missing near an abandoned house of ill-repute. A desperate town has begged your heroes to exorcise the house of evil spirits and rescue the children. Can you brave the dangers of the Manse on Murder Hill?
A Labyrinth Lord adventure for character levels 1–3
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  • New monster: Siren

    Neither LL core nor AEC has monster stats for a siren! Let me fix that: SIREN No. Enc.: 2-5 Alignment: Chaotic Movement: (walking) 120' (40') / (swimming) 120' (40') Armor Class: 6 Hit Dice: 3 + 2 Attacks: 2 (claws) or special Damage: 1d4/1...

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  • An October Idyll

    I was born amongst ghoul-haunted forests and mouldering cemeteries. In midnight skies, the echoes of witches' cries are carried on moon-limned clouds. Crumbling piles of bespotted rock tell where old Puritan homesteads once stood. My home...

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