We're back to Darkest Dungeon, and I'm working on recovering from my last run-in with the Inchoate Flesh. That means training up a new batch of heroes to replace the dead ones, and scouring the Warrens for anything that isn't nailed down so we can sell it.
Also, I discover that ancient altars practically humming with eldritch power and adorned with ominous incantations can be dangerous. Who would've guessed.
