13th of Slate 175
After a much needed break from adventuring, I heard rumors about a site of dark pits named Playplague (Lungosnodub) where only a single dwarf lives. The strangeness of the place lured me to leave the very day I heard of its existence. I wandered the entire day in search of the dwarf or any major structure in which he might reside.
21st of Slate 175
I had searched Playplague for about a week now to no avail. I returned to my throne at Ravenallied a little disappointed. I presume that the dwarf hides for a reason: maybe he is locked in chains for the safety of all, a cursed prisoner of the goblins who killed the inhabitants of Playplague or caused them to flee in terror. I convinced myself it was for the better that I had not made contact with the dwarf of the dark pits.
28th of Slate 175
After a week of humdrum daily life, I was informed by one of my followers that strange stories coming from the north suggested the presence of undead. I packed my bags and immediately went off in search of northerly folks who could shed more light on the rumors being told in Ravenallied. Somewhere in the Gleeful Hills, I came upon a few elderly men who told me that they too were headed towards the place of rumor. However, they refused to tell me the name or location of the weird happenings. They told me that they were members of an ancient priesthood which was devoted to protecting the living from the dead and undead. The old men were full of ancient tales of marvelous and unusual events. We set up camp for the night just south of Partneredseduced (Smuksmumamxu).
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Topic: An Anthropological Study as an Adventurer (Read 20842 times)