Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[DM Dread]

Date: 27th of Neth in the year 4707. Absalom Reckoning when the part heads out the central gate of Falcons Hollow, past the Temple and the Sherrifs place, and out heading North West toward Lumber Camp 2. Its a cloudy morning and temperatures are in the mid 40's. In a few days fall will turn to winter and the bite of cold will worsen, but for now its not too bad, and even becomes comfortable as the working heats up your bodies. Out past the cemetary the group heads into the rolling farmland between the town and the Darkwood.  At first theres a little anxiety as you begin your life as an adventurer. You find yourselves examining every shadow and hole in the ground. Every cluster of bushes.  The day turns to noon and you settle into the the walk. the heavy packs wear into your shoulder. Feet get sore. A break for lunch of fruit, bread and cheese from Jak does little to ease the aches that your body is feeling, This isnt what you imagined adventuring would be. Walking and being sore. Days from now youll look back with fondness on how you were feeling at the moment...but at this point in time...its not wonderful.

Then its up and on the road again. Its only a 12 mile walk down a well travelled trail and early afternoon you pass a split in the road with a signpost thats old and faded saying a western fork goes to Elaras Halfway House. Something that is fairly common knowledge that Elaras was destroyed in a fire years ago.   So on you travel a few more hours until mid afternoon you leave the farmland behind and can see the Darkwood ahead as you arrive to the bustling lumber camp manned by easily 60 lumberjacks and the support staff. Trees are being cut enough to be able to take by wagon to the cutyard. The Camp Foreman comes out to greet you. You must be the group Payday said was comin through here. Your welcome to rest in the camp, set up your own area. You can ask anything to anyone as long as you dont interfere with their work. Payday said to give you any assistance we can in trying to find that damnable beast that keeps carting off our men.




Jarlben Trookshavits, Foreman of Lumber Camp 2