Savage Coast

Adventure Log #7

Praise be to Erathis! For She rose Man to civilization and is Assan’s guiding light!

Beacon of Hope has just taken an enormous gamble that I hope You will smile kindly on my beloved flock. We sent a skeleton crew of sailors and soldiers back to Assan, in the hopes that we can reinforce our colony with more of your Worthy. While I believe the seas will be complacent and the head of the Macetail Matriarch to be a tempting offer to our benefactors back in Assan (let alone the host of drake/behemoth eggs we carefully stored in the Wode’s Wavestrider hold), I fear more for our rapidly reducing populace here on this Unsung Continent. If all Abyss breaks loose, I fear the citizenry of Beacon of Hope, now with roughly three-quarters the power that we arrived, will be unable to fight off a focused retort from the vile natives.

Praise be to Erathis!

But do not let me dwell on the unreasonable fears that Your servant carries, for he knows you are always present, willing our success in this untamed land! Evidence of such occurred just today, when not only was I able to call upon one of your Angelic Protectors, but a Guardian Angel as well! And it wasn’t just I who seems to show a new amount zeal recently. Everyone else in veteran scout party, and by that I mean Araya, Oliver, Etari, and Sark, fought with increased valor today. Truly we are favored, anxious to take Your gifts and shape this land in your image!

Praise be to Erathis!

Ah yes, the events of today. With the Troglodyte threat to Beacon of Hope quashed (Sark assures me his scouts and hunters are exterminating the hags and urchins that fled our Purge), we were able to investigate what Your divine hand indicated when I asked a few nights before of the origin(s) of the People’s Plague. We headed southeast at sunrise, and quickly found the river that fed into the ocean. The more… utilitarian of the party quickly constructed a sturdy raft, using rope and local wood, and we were able to cross the quarter mile wide waterway.

Praise be to Erathis!

But ho! We were attacked mere yards away from the opposite beach! A vile, leucistic crayfish of enormous size breached the water rapids with a host of those sahuagin fish-folk that raided us before we even set foot on land! Enraged with their repeated interference with Your exploits, we quickly made it to shore and dispensed with the horrid aquatic anomalies. One thing they did manage, however, was to destroy our temporary craft, which while may have ruined some of Etari’s strong silk rope, did not leave us stranded while we stay resourceful!

Praise be to Erathis!

After summoning Your brief guidance and corrected our route, we actually past what looks to be the remains of another example of Ancient architecture, this time the unweighted pylons of an Ancient’s bridge. Maybe this structured should be remodeled for our use in the future, if we ever are forced to frequently walk these Ancient roads to spread Your influence? A possibility we should take note.

Praise be to Erathis!

After following the packed-earth road that the bridge terminated to, we found what Your divine hand pointed to: another Ancient silo. This is irrefutable proof then that the archaic rice that the People have been feeding on and, even more hideous, offered to us is the source of their deformities, in form and most likely also essence. However, when we attempted to investigate the breached silo, which had half its contents strewn into the elements of the Bog (which has been successful in rotting away the magics of the rice. I am disturbed at the background noise arcana of this continent if it naturally destroys itself so easily), we were attack by monsters that, like the People, have been nourishing themselves with the foul foodstuff. Brave Paladin Wode kept the carrion crawlers at bay inside the dark silo, however the Otyughs proved to be the main threat to the party. Several of us were either restrained by the fell beasts’ embraces or paralyzed by ‘crawlers potent stings. However, even with such powerful opponents, our team rose to the challenge, and still managed to fell the collection of beasts.

Praise be to Erathis!

The encounter did not have casualties though. Several of us fell during combat with the beasts, and even though the cruel tentacled centipedes were dispatched eventually, some of use could still feel their poisons coursing through our veins. Filth Fever was quickly diagnosed by those used to the disease, and everyone was able to be restored after 12 hours of either rest or tending to those who needed care. Everyone, except for Etari…

Praise be to Erathis!

I only tell You this, my Erathis, for I know you hear me and Your counsel has never led me astray. But I worry about this artificer, who was the only one unable to shake off the ‘crawler’s taint. Is he finally buckling under the excessive exposure to the Ancient magics that he so readily enjoys? Is this “Filth Fever” a secondary route to the People deformation? He must be closely monitored, for he is a dear friend and worthy addition to Beacon of Hope, but I will not flinch when I am forced to exterminate him myself if he threatens Your Worthy!

Praise be to Erathis! Amen.

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