News has been floating around town that the plant and fish-life around the river to the south have been dying at an unusual rate. My initial hypothesis was poisoning. Someone, or something, has been slowly poisoning the river. I decided to find other adventurers at the local tavern to aid me in finding the source. That is where I met Florbert, Tensen, and Carric.
The four of us traveled south to the mouth of the river, where we found some very dead, very bloated fish. Our only option was to travel west, up the river. After an hour of travel, Carric (one of the towns newest Druids) spotted a small island in the middle of the river. I was carrying too many important documents to dunk myself into the water and Tensen’s heavy armor would have prevented her from traveling across it as well. Florbert and Carric were more than capable of investigating the island without us. The two men returned with the assumption that the island held an old, abandoned, and dilapidated ruin. They also brought with them a set of vials with red liquid inside. My vast intelligence and knowledge of such things determined them to be healing potions. However, no other clues were discovered at the ruins. Unfortunate.
We traveled another three miles upstream before we discovered a bank filled with mushrooms. These were not normal mushrooms, however. They were unusually sized, shaped, and colored. Florbert, who’s pact with a powerful fey creature (I’ve yet to determine whether or not this will prove to be dangerous to us, more study on this creature is required) surmised that the mushrooms were actually from the Fey Wilds. He was told by his patron (again, I can only stress caution when dealing with such creatures) to eat the mushrooms. Before doing so, Carric used magic to determine that only some of the mushrooms were, in fact, poisonous. I decided to pick some of the mushrooms and place them in Tensen’s bag for further study when I returned to town.
Tensen, who I should probably note has a devout relationship with the god Sylvannas, used her powers to sense the presence of undead creatures only a half-mile to our west. The presence of undead is never a good sign, so we went off to investigate. We discovered a mound, and I found the pit leading into it. We travelled down into the pit and found piles of bones and more fey mushrooms. Nothing appeared to be alive, so I decided to get a closer look at these bones. Unfortunately, they were in fact, undead creatures which turned to life and attacked us. We did manage to fend them off, but at a great toll to our health and resources. After the fight, I rummaged through the bones and mushrooms to find only a strange, offensive-looking vial of liquid. Exiting the mound, we decided to take a short rest to recharge some of our resources. However, during our something very strange happened to us.
I can only report what Tensen told us had occurred as I don’t remember a thing. It appears that Flobert, Carric, and myself fell into a rather vivid hallucination where we thought we were someone we very much were not. Again, I do not remember a thing, however – ever seen that moment, I get a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I see a sharp sword.
We continued up the river, but night was drawing close. We decided to make camp for the evening. It was determined that I would be taking the second watch. Before time for my watch, however, I was awoken by Flobert. He told me he had seen something large and serpent-life swimming in the river. At first, I thought it was only his imagination (or worse yet, some kind of manifestation of his pact with the fey creature,) but I could see the sincerity in his words. So, during my watch, I paid close attention to the river for any signs of this creature. Sure enough, I saw something large and serpent-life in the river.
My curiosity got the better of me. What was this strange creature? Weighing the outcomes, I decided that I would risk getting closer so I could get a better look. I inched closer and closer and could see it looking right at me. It was now-or-never. I shouted at it, demanding it tell me what exactly it was. Much to my surprise, it responded. As it turns out, the creature was a Naga named Thanator. He was the sole guardian of some abandoned temple. He said he was summoned by the Yattaren (Does this name mean anything to anyone?) He gave me some valuable information. These mushrooms are caused by a blight that has been growing for the last fifteen years. And the river has been slowly poisoned by the mushrooms growing in a nearby town. I asked if he would be able to provide us with any aid while we assault the town; he told me to return tomorrow with my party and he would bestow a blessing on us.
In the morning, I brought the party down to the river; and true to his word, Thanator gave us a boon in the form of a word of power. We set out towards the town. As we traveled down the river, we noticed dark clouds formed in the sky. A bend in the river lead to a dark forest with large, forty-food mushrooms growing inside it. These mushrooms were spewing dark spores, which formed these clouds. I am making note of this forest, as it is not our destination, but destroying the mushrooms is of the upmost importance (as you will understand when I reach the conclusion of this report.)
We arrive just outside the town, where another one of these giant mushrooms grew. The town was covered in mushrooms. The buildings, the ground, everything. Grouped around the giant mushroom stalk, were a dozen or so creatures which also seemed to grow mushrooms on their bodies. We needed to destroy that stalk, as I hypothesized it was causing the poisoning. I started by setting one of the houses on fire and leading the creatures to the rest of my party. They followed and a fierce battle raged. In the end, we emerged victorious again and started using magic to bring the mushroom down.
After the mushroom finally fell, we decided to take a closer look at a rather interesting-looking building. It was covered in strange metal clockwork objects. At the center of the door was a large metal skull symbol. While investigating the door, we were approached by two mushroom people. They spoke only through mental messages. I’m assuming with some type of spore induced telepathy. It appears that two different clans of these creatures are at odds with each other. One of these clans are causing this blight in order to free themselves from the control of the other. We were unable to come up with a solution to this problem, but if these mushrooms are causing damage to our world, we cannot allow it to continue to thrive. More investigation is needed.