[@Rogue Colm]
[hr]Cecelia notices an orchard, its fruit dried up and dead still on the tree, no activity seems to come from the small hut nor the barn. It lies at least two hundred feet ahead, near the outpost. However, her surroundings aside from this seem no different than on the way here on the cart. Dark trees for as far as you can see and black pine needles on the forest floor, it must be around seven in the evening by the way the sun is being dragged behind the horizon, the gloomy clouds taking over the glowing sky.
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[@BurningDaisies]
[hr]Gune seems to recall some talk of undead and old evils being linked with this 'Mirk-y-land' was it? One prevalent memory is that many goblin shamans stay as far away from this place as greenly possible, though he forgets why exactly...