OS2 The Cult of Malusignus
It was a perfect night; the sky was clear, and the crisp night air felt good after the long day on the road. A hearty dinner was being prepared with anticipation and the campfire continued to crackle. It was quiet, and the clearing you had picked for camp was well-situated and easy to defend. So, there was little sense of alarm when the quiet was broken by the sound of a single individual stomping and stumbling through the trees, crackling twigs, and crunching leaves. He soon came into sight – a middle-aged man, dressed in the distinctive travelling robes of a monk from the Fairwinds Monastery near the Skydome Mountains. As he came near, he collapsed, the blood on his robes highlighted in the fire.
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