Down A Broken Path

Tuesday August 26, Between Tallow and Willow Creek

With no small risk to ourselves, we managed to rescue the villagers from certain death. The endless rain and nightmarish parade of living corpses has left an indelible imprint of the events of yesterday on my mind.

As we hurried back to Willow Creek, Rurik, one of the village leaders, demanded to be taken to see the mayor of Tallow. When questioned, he offered us little, save that he had important information about the recent grave robberies. Rurik is well respected by the townspeople, so Crüniac chose not to press him further for information.

Willow Creek was attacked repeatedly last night. Crüniac stationed archers on the perimeter of the town, and the bowmen were able to pick off the stumbling corpse-men as they approached. But there seemed to be no end to them. We have even seen Soulless and Ghôls skulking about on the outskirts of town. All of us are beginning to worry, including Crüniac.

When we departed, the commander left a handful of men to protect the village. The rest of us are headed to Tallow with Rurik.

Willow Creek: A small town on the western edge of Forest Heart. Built on the site of a razed village, it is once again a flourishing farming community. ↩
Crüniac: An officer of the Legion. His father is the mayor of Shoal. He has political aspirations, and joined the Legion to distinguish himself. ↩
Soulless: Their souls literally stolen by sorcery, the Soulless slowly float across the land, leaving pestilence and corruption in their wake. ↩
Ghôls: A bestial race of knuckle walkers that served the Dark during the Great War. Inhabiting the same hills and mountains as the Dwarves, Ghôls have been in conflict with that race for as long as they have known one another. It is they alone who remember the names of the dark gods. ↩