Chill

A One-Round Living Greyhawk Principality of Ulek Regional Adventure From the introduction: Tis time! Tis Time! The icicles chime. The cold wind heralds the ol’ man’s rime. Each sight; each touch; chill flesh; chill bone. And Death take he who he find alone. No fire, no hearth, no wood, no coal, can bring you warmth to your frozen soul. For southern climes will be ice bound, when Ol’ Man Winter, he come round. A Principality of Ulek regional adventure for APLs 4-12. This adventure will be of particular interest to members of the Emerald Conclave and of a particular arachnocentric organization which really does not exist.