Death Frost Doom
Death Frost Doom
There is a curse laid on everything in that place! Cursed, you hear me? Cursed!
Up on the mountain is a house by a cemetery, haunted by the memories of atrocities past. The cult on the mountain is long gone, yet the music of weirdling death carries on the wind.
The mountain is cold. So very cold.
And the greedy and the foolish will march bravely up the mountain for gold and glory.
…but are they worth your soul?
You Are Doomed
