The morning came in slow with trepidation, fearing to disturb the murky lurking haze of silent fog. Slowly, slowly creeping in, inch by secret inch, till the first bird announced the light that overcame, in one small chirp.

We are taking a look through Mama Chaga’s “View Finder” to take a peek at our team of adventurers tracking down an Artifact for us.

The Horn of Wisdom. From an ancient demon god. It was said that whosoever shall take hold of it and drink from it their own tears shall know the truth of their Life and gain Eternal Freedom.