Adventure Pack 4
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Once the conversation dies out¸ silence falls like a heavy blanket over the world. The sudden cracks of the fire resound like hammer blows in your ears. To make any noise at all feels like a violation of the unnatural stillness. The world is absolutely quiet¸ mute like the dead. In the darkness beyond the wavering ring of light cast by your campfire¸ even the moaning of the wind has ceased.
As long as you were on the road¸ the silence was hidden behind the sounds of the journey ‐ stomping boots¸ creaking backpack straps¸ clattering cookware. But even then¸ the surroundings were eerily lifeless. Not even the buzzing of insects could be heard. Irena says she saw a bird passing north during the afternoon; the rest of you nod agreement¸ none of you truly believing it.
This is northern Alberetor¸ on the border between civilization and the dark. You have not traveled very far from the Cliff of Korinda¸ but still it is a wasteland¸ abandoned by both humans and wildlife. The only creatures you can expect to meet are the dead that have risen again. They are out there¸ somewhere. Somewhere in the darkness¸ in the silence.
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