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A Misserable Journey
A journey through the swamp to a ruined town.
Father,

I hope this letter find you in better surroundings than I now find myself. The last few days have been truly misserable. We left Thorn Hill heading north following the river. After a day of travel the road dissapeared, and the river widened into a swamp. To make matters even better, the weather turned colder, and a chill wind began to blow. After our first day's march through the muck with the insects all around us, we made camp for the night.
With the aid of the cloak we recieved as a reward for saving the festival in Thorn Hill, I slept well, but the cold seemed to be too much for Eoin who appeared to not have slept all night. We began our journey again at dawn, and got to endure another day of insects and mud, and to make our journey even more fun it started raining. That night I let Eoin have the cloak (he looked like he needed the rest), and I took the first watch. My watch was uneventful , and after waking Gim I went to sleep.
Shortly before dawn I was awakened by the sound of Rorring shouting, and awoke to find myself nearly surrounded by strange fish-men looking creatures. These creatures attacked fiercely with teeth and claws, but we were easily able to overcome them. Gim and Grizzlegast inspected one of the dead creatures and decided that they were created by someone. We then decided to continue our journey, with assurance by Gim and Grizzlegast that we should reach Raven's lake by nightfall.
We spent yet one more day in the muck and insects of the swamp, and reached Raven's lake looking forward to a hot meal and good nights rest at the inn. Traveling throught the town we realized that something wasn't quite right. We saw no one in the streets, and only saw one person look quickly out of their window, before closing the shutters quickly. We reached the center of town, and our hearts sank as we looked at the remains of the inn. By all appearances the inn had burned down at least two weeks before, and Jas found a footprint on the rubble resembling those of the fish-men creatures we had fought in the swamp.
We knocked on the door of the general store, and after a couple of minutes the shopkeeper, Horgood, opened the door. He didn't have any rooms we could stay in, but we were able to purchase some tents to at least keep some of the cold away. After talking with Horgood for a while we discovered that the inn had burned down several weeks ago, and that several people (including his wife) had dissappeared during the fire. We offered to help find his wife, and were directed to go north to a shrine at the sea's edge and speak with the "sea witch" that lived there, named "Mad" Matty. We set up our tents next to the store and went to bed. The night was uneventful, and we are now ready to head north to the sea and find this shrine and "Mad" Matty. I will write you again as soon as I am able. May the blessings of Shaelan be upon you and Mother.

Your Son,
Lochlan

Associated Regions: Raven's Lake, Thorn Hill
From the journal of Lochlan

Contributor: Joseph Arnett