{"id":1777,"date":"2015-01-13T20:12:25","date_gmt":"2015-01-13T20:12:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/67272bb316.nxcli.io\/attackwing\/?p=1777"},"modified":"2016-10-13T13:17:22","modified_gmt":"2016-10-13T17:17:22","slug":"journal-entry-41","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wizkids.com\/attackwing\/2015\/01\/13\/journal-entry-41\/","title":{"rendered":"Journal Entry #41- Shadow Black Dragon"},"content":{"rendered":"

Journal Entry #41- Shadow Black Dragon<\/h1><\/span>
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After making our way through the deserted forest, my company has set up camp in a small clearing for a well-deserved rest. As we gathered around the campfire and shared stories of past adventures, I\u2019ve felt compelled to write down a tale too outlandish to believe as told by one of my party. As we sat around partaking of our meal, he recounted to us \u201cThe Tale of Umberlis\u201d:<\/p>\n

\u201cThe legend begins with the introduction of Spite, a runty, black dragon who was bullied and forced out of the choicest of swamps. Eventually he took to the caves; consoled solely by \u201cInky\u201d, a tattered, black cloak. There he stayed for several centuries. Alone. Unwanted. Slowly slipping into a seeming madness. Over time, he became a thing of shadow; dark and hidden. His Shadow Breath became a thing most frightening, able to inflict a Necrotic Oppression upon those which it fell.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>

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\u201cNo one knows exactly where he disappeared to but sometimes, on the darkest of nights, an unnatural shiver will run down a person\u2019s spine in response to an unseen, but somehow felt, Frightful Presence. Woe to he who catches a glimpse of Spite, now reborn as the Merciless Umberlis. In the pitch black of night he moves. The shadows seem to follow him. It is as if a spell of unadulterated Darkness is always at his beck and call.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>

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\u201cSo if you are alone at night and can sense eyes upon you but cannot find from where it comes, you are almost certain\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

*SNAP*<\/p>\n

It would appear the forest was not as deserted as we thought.<\/p>\n

Continue the adventure yourself with the additional expansion releases of D&D Attack Wing coming in December from WizKids. Ask your local game store for more details and prepare to continue the quest of your life! Your Primordial Graveyard campaign began in the 2 Adventures contained in the D&D Attack Wing starter set and now carries through all 3 of the second expansion releases, including the Shadow Black Dragon Expansion Pack. Make your own scenarios as well as you battle head to head against an opponent using the fast paced game mechanics.<\/p>\n<\/div>

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