The Ghost of Lantern Point

A lighthouse crowns the cliff, its modern beacon cutting through the fog where countless ships have vanished. It is yours now, left by an uncle whose silence about the place speaks louder than any will. The villagers mutter of storms that rise too suddenly, of shapes in the surf that never reach the shore, of a solitary ghost pacing the lantern room when the wind howls. The light is a warning. The sea hungers. And in the walls, something waits for you to listen. Image by LeCroc 🃏 This scenario uses the Autocards script by LewdLeah 🃏 Autocards is on by default.