The sky churned with thick columns of smoke clawing toward the void, as if the Gods themselves recoiled from the spectacle below. I staggered through the shattered remnants of the Eyes of the Prismatikon, clutching the sacred shards of the Agloraxi close to my chest—a futile gesture now, in the face of such crude, relentless … Continue reading Secrets of the Agloraxi Campaign, Round 3: Does Drinking Gonster Count as Hobby?