Part of an ongoing campaign limited to Age of Worms players. If you haven't joined a session, please send @JamesFromKC a DM prior to signing up. Returning players, if you sign up for more than one session in the 3.x series, please rank the session that best fits your preference in the notes.

Among the many cairns that scar the hills around Diamond Lake, this one has always been… wrong.

Not richer.
Not better preserved.
Just quieter.

Old miners swear the ground nearby never fully starves—game lingers longer, streams run a little clearer, wounds close a little faster. Enough to notice. Never enough to prove. Adventurers have searched it before and come back empty-handed, dismissing it as another looted tomb from a forgotten age.

But lately, the hills have changed.

Creatures that should fight each other move with discipline. Raids leave nothing behind. And something beneath that cairn has begun to call—not loudly, not urgently, but steadily, like a millstone turning in the dark.

The Free City Adventurers have chased dozens of relics across the Cairn Hills.

This one is different.

This one hasn’t been found.

Yet.