"Placed in conjunction with the annual Quackers Halloween event."
Deep in the misty marshes, they say the Bone Garland of the Forgotten waits, a necklace strung from the skulls of those who vanished without a name. Long ago, a coven of dark spirits collected the bones of the lost, weaving them into a cursed chain that hung from the trees like silent warnings. Travelers who stumble upon it hear faint rattling, like teeth chattering in the wind, and some claim the garland whispers the names of the forgotten, calling them to join its eternal procession. Its power grows near sparks, wires, and hums of electricity, feeding on the unnatural energy to animate the bones and amplify the whispers. Touch it, and the cold of the bones seeps into your flesh, pulling your soul toward the shadows, adding your own memory to the chain of horrors that grows longer with each passing century.
