About This Adventure
In the Ashfell March, Iron Oath contractors still hunt demihuman prides that break the Compact of Claws and traffic in banned binding inks. Captured after a failed strike on the Golden Maw, you face their outlawed tattoo—one that rewrites will and muscle into an eager, empty-headed thrall. The wastes run on old grudges, rough hierarchy, and the thin chance of clawing back control before the ink finishes its work.
Age Restricted Content - Must be 18+ to access.