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A large white dragon with its wings spread above a desolate landscape.

In our previous game, the party had ascended the path to Icespire Hold undetected and bypassing the gatehouse by climbing up the cliff face into the hold proper. Inside, they found some loot, fought a few stirges, then ended that game by finding Wylston the firbolg cleric's brother, Wartstew, dead: frozen by Cryovain's frost breath while giving the orc children time to escape through the undercroft. It was quite possibly the most emotional game we've played.

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