A sinister chanting echoes through the night, disturbed only by mad bursts of cackling. A chorus of frogs announce your approach. A raven's beady eye falls upon you, before the startled beast takes flight in a hush of feathers. In the distance, you can already see it. The greenish flame heating a bubbling cauldron filled to the brim with unsavory ingredients. In the distance you can already smell it : the sickening odor of sulfur and blood. The Sisters Three are hard at work on their new ritual under a darkened moon. What is it going to be this time ? Are they about to bereft a king of his might ? or maybe to cut a wizard's link to the cosmic Weave for some impious words against their rule ? This sabbath ruined the life of the ancient elven leaders for centuries. It lasted already far too long. It must be stopped. Are you strong enough to resist them ?
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