Husks...That's all we found in these cursed villages.
It's as if the minutiae of life haunted them even in undeath. Gathering sticks for the pyre, tending to their homestead; what manner of evil binds these bodies to this plane? If ceaseless chores await us in the afterlife, lichdom hardly seems the greater evil.
Anyway... We found the fox-kin of lore. Sort of.
At the gates bordering the valley, two stone sentinels responded to the Rakastan envoys. I do not know what they said, but our passage was secured. Deeper into the valley however, the statues were far more defaced and mute.
Little to no sounds of wildlife could be heard deeper in to the valley.
At each town we found these... wandering corpses. They were of no threat. Merely performing duties of townsfolk to no end.
Lifeless and eerie...
We spent a night in one village, setting a large pyre nearby to ward off any undead assailants. There were none to speak of.
Somehow this lack of violence made us even more uneasy...
The second town was much the same. Defaced statues of fox guardians, worn down and sordid settlements, homesteads, and aimless undead. One thing of note: these husks seemed to be wandering into the forest at night time. I spotted these movements and other look-out shifts in the party yielded the same observations.
In the distance... onward to our next - likely another abandoned, creepy settlement - town, we spotted streams of smoke and a blue pyre off the side of the road. How I sorely wish we did not investigate.
Demon pygmy creatures crawled out of the earth and the flying buzzards parading around the pillar set their gaze on us... Naturally, we engaged.
There was little in the way of dispatching these creatures. But surviving their death was another ordeal. The flying buggers exploded upon their expiration, greatly searing myself and a number of other Rakastans. Not fun.
What more... the pygmy demon children continued to spawn from the hellhole...
I pray we suffer no more losses as the likes of Akio.
-Cyd
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