Eventually the muddy track brought them to a desperate scene. Having heard a scuffle in the fog ahead of them, they investigated and encountered a lone, wet, muddy, and bedraggled acolyte of Lathander - running desperately from half a dozen animated skeletons. The team quickly dispatched the skeletons and heard a bit of this man's story.

 

His name was Yessik, an acolyte of a local Temple to Lathander. He hailed from the small village of Durik's Hold, but has recently just returned from a clerical mission to Iriaebor for his church. He was definitely in a bit of shock at being attacked by undead, and was somewhat fearful and suspicious of the evil fog engulfing the area. He was immensely thankful for being saved from certain doom and answered many questions in an open, honest manner. He wanted to ingratiate himself with the heroes who just saved him. 

 

The group offered to escort him through the fog to his town, which he gladly accepted, talking incessantly about many topics with Kojiro on the way. Eventually the fog began to thin and they could see that they were in a valley of small farmsteads and in the distance, a small village of about 20 buildings. Before they could take much of this in, they were assaulted by the sight and smell of a bloated bovine corpse near the muddy track.  This was not a normal thing to see, so the group investigated the nearby farm. This small, modest farmstead was empty of occupants and looked as though they had not been there in a few days. Dried blood was discovered on bedsheets in a bedroom. Strange.

 

As they continued towards the town, the incessant drizzle turns to a downpour as great peals of thunder roll across the sky and the heavens light up with the brightness of lighting. The rain pounded the ground as they made it to the stables and tended to their horses. Yessik suggested stopping by the Inn to see what is going on. He had been getting more upset the closer he had gotten to town. Worry was very evident on his face.

 

THE VILLAGE OF DURIK'S HOLD

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The spacious Inn was relatively busy with dreary looking locals speaking together in hushed voices, eyeing the adventurers with distrust as they came in. The Inkkeper, Ulig, greeted Yessik familiarly and the adventurers with a practiced ease and warmth, welcoming them to the Inn of the Morning Light.

 

Soon the PCs learned of the strange happenings around the town - the strange fog and an even stranger fever which had affected several villagers. They had even had one death from it, the Mayor - Reeve Garner. His wake was being held that very evening there at the the Inn. People from the outlaying farms have stopped coming to town for fear of contracting the fever. Ulig assured the group that the High Morningmaster and the clerics of the Temple of Lathander are looking into it, but have not presented a solution to the problem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

INTRODUCTION

 

A strange fog and a little village off the beaten track sets up this adventure for some creepy, atmospheric fun. Our adventurers find themselves traveling the Dusk Road between Asbravn and Iriaebor, a stretch of highway that connects to various farming hamlets on the way southeast out of the Sunset Vale.

 

Chakk, Beor, Krular and Kojiro have picked up another traveling companion, Amnesty, a beautiful and mysterious half-elf, at the last little village. The weather had been wet and dreary, and when they set up camp for the evening, things begin to get strange as an impenetrable fog descended upon them, and the land around them seemed alive with strange sounds - putting everyone on edge.