Participants: Veloc 4, Hurggrek Valkorn, Adeir, Thrall, Tiriak Truepatch
Locations: Scouts' Graveyard
Full report: Tiriak Truepatch
I record my first journey into the wild of this new plane, it seems similar to the old world, yet more ominous.
Our destination was only two days away, yet even on the first night we saw an ill omen. A lone crow following us, or watching us. It persisted for some time, even after we broke camp, though once we entered the mists the crow was no longer seen.
The mists were intriguing. The mists turned to arrows, that led to a shop owned by someone named Mr. Harlequin. Everything was suspicious, items appearing out of nowhere, and sold for low prices. One of my companions, Veloc-4, ended up purchasing everything offered, including a set of chains touched the divine, for a portion of his soul. I left once the price was mentioned.
After Harlequin, we continued on our journey, soon arriving to the Scouts' Graveyard we were meant to investigate. I expected undead, and I was correct, mostly.
Pafcal (I believe the lack of proper lips made him mispronounce his name, Pascal), is a seemingly sentient undead coroner, that has been tending to the corpses around the area, and claims the scouts sent previously were killed by the the dangerous environment and creatures. We decided to be civil and eventually help him remove a different undead entity deeper in the catacombs. We did so and were paid a small sum of coin and some trinkets with some value.
The journey back was uneventful, and nothing of note occurred.