Once again that evil hag the Sick Witch has darkened our door with her foul shadow. The Dwarves of Distraction have fell under her spell from their contact with the Goblin Hordes in the Halls of Learning. Tjorn the Hypercrybarian, being of stout heart, has recovered quickly, but Tween the Outrageous, being of a delicate disposition has suffered a hard blow. May the Ancient One show kindness to her.
The Slave Pit also crawls with her vile bugs and many of the warriors there have felt the cold touch of her withered hand. Like a fog rolling in on a dark and gloomy morn, her spell blankets the environs. The Queen of Amazonia and I have also tasted of her poison but have fared well. The battle may be victorious but the war against the Sick Witch is never won.
This event heralds the coming of the Grand Dame of Fall and her robes of Golden Hues. She marches across the hills and her train leads the way for the Frost Giants return, that cold master of winter.
