A CALL TO DEADWIND PASS

SEEKING THE BOLD & THE MAD:Darkness stirs within Deadwind Pass. Whispers echo through the canyons. Lights flicker where no lantern flame burns. Figures move beneath a moonless sky–and vanish. The veil is thin. Something /old/ watches.WE REQUIRE:Investigators of arcane anomalies and hostile entities.
Those of steel, spell, or sheer will.Seek one ‘Ariden Reynolds’ upon 46 Thorne Ave. Do not arrive alone.Deadwind is not empty. It never was.