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Cardamon's Journal: Entry 5

I saw 'em, the damned, the dead. They ain't breathing, they don't need their guts. Augustus found that one out for sure. I don't need to breath either, but I ain't no monster. They're eating the flesh of all things! Not just the blood. They're rottin' away.

We found an abomination in the wood. Two of 'em stuck together, like some work of a crazed surgeon. They were sittin' in a heard, stockin' us as we set up camp. Augustus had left the party to investigate the wood. When he got back we saw 'em, their reflective eyes against our lamp light. Just behind the trees.

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The Devil don't die.

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"What are you looking at?"

Cardamon's Journal: Entry 4

Augustus (after insulting my integrity) took off down the path without us. I perched myself in a tree to avoid his inevitable judgment when he returns. That kid sure has an obnoxious audacity. It must have been 30 minutes till he came back, hurling down the path as fast as his completely average height legs could. He must have saw somethin' but he didn't have time to say. As soon as he got talkin, I saw their eyes from the trees.

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Cardamon's Journal: Entry 3

The path lead us into a dense wood. We took the animals in, but no horse nor mule could navigate through those damned trees. Augustus argued we should set camp on the path, but anyone who's ever been in a wood would know campin' on the path is just askin' for trouble. I split left from the group to find a clear patch for sleepin'. There I found it, a shiny metal bared fence, tacked from tree to tree, parallel to the path. It's odd but who knows, maybe it's just some baron's private property. But movin' on to the other side of the path was that same fence. We were boxed in from both sides.

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Cardamon's Journal: Entry 2

Pharos is a grave now. We fled from a dead infested town by boat, docked at another port town after about a week at sea. Craris said he was pulled to the south by his god, Ilmater. Apparently there's suffering down there?

Going south, we've ended up at Novos, which is proving to be more of a grave than Pharos. The port town was empty, bodies laid across the docks. A mass tragedy.

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In a druid's dungeon, deep under the city, is a pond of glowing koi.

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Cardamon's journal: entry 1

The city BURNT to the ground. Mages were herding civilians to the fields, I can only guess what happened to them. Apparently its some illness? The guards didn't tell us sh*t. Those mask wearing pigs, they burnt down that city, I saw 'em.

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gives u a banan

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Pony-fying my dnd characters.

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Like father like son

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Canelé has had a hard life

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One part of a very sad piece I did almost a year ago.

He's not dead btw, it looks like he is but he ain't.

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To accidently kill a man, so damn famous, now that's a mistake.

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100 years ago...

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Long and lonely are the train rides across the Western Reaches. Hopping from city to city, in hopes in finding such a simple thing.