What a welcome we had to the Nine Eaves manor. First some slimy grenades and demonic mosquitos, now there's a talking painting that wants us to...solve some puzzles? Why can't we just get our stamp and be on our merry way?
We've done our best to be a thorn in his side for a while now, and he's finally decided to pluck us out. Finally, we've done enough to...
We were supposed to be safe in our little demiplane, separated from reality so that we could have one place where Tar Baphon couldn't...
It's been a hell of a day. We've been needling Tar Baphon in the ribs all day long and had some pretty harrowing encounters to boot. Now...
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