Alluring Jaws

Massive schools of sharks have appeared around our island. Their pale fins emit an otherworldly tune that lures the weak-minded into the water. How do we deal with this unnatural occurrence?

We return from our raid with the Ritual Brazier in tow. Despite its moderate size, it is quite heavy. Whoever will carry it to the top of the lighthouse has their work cut out for them.

Between magma streams and toxic fumes, we strike a deal with the Ash Traders. After Jonah negotiates the dubious details, they grant us a blackened flask, incredibly hot to the touch. A pinch of Wildfire Essence.

With the Reaper's anguished cry, the vision ends, and the spectral ships fade back into the fog. For the first time in what seems like an eternity, the whispers in our head are silent. The curse is broken.