from the Journals of Morningstar 776 Series C, Warforged Wizard
by Richard Smyth
CHAPTER EIGHT
Date: 20 Zarantyr 997YK
For five days have I traveled in this desolate realm--through broken cities, abandoned farms and blasted barns, rubble everywhere. And as I travel I have counted 1,001 horrors it would seem: a hill of screaming skulls begging for their lives; faces forming out of swirling mist and screaming in pain; a forest of trees made from bone, with brittle skin dried all around like leaves; infant ghouls eating their long-dead mothers on the side of the road; shadows burned into the ground and the walls of blasted buildings. I am traveling just south of a great chasm that sends forth a bright glow high into the sky.
