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The *EXPUNGED* of the cards

Following the threads of fate that bound their hands, our unlikely heroes made their way to Winterhaven. A border town built like a stronghold. There, eager to ply their special brand of problem solving, they came under the employ of the local Lord, and one Ser Oakley. Fearing the strange, chaotic powers of the card, the party journeyed to the lair of a brass dragon, and asked if she would safeguard it for them. The avaricious drake agreed to guard it jealously, but only if the Party would gift a magic relic for its return.

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