STONEFROST VALE 1: STONEFROST VALE



Hook: Stonefrost Vale... You have heard the name, as it's been on the tongues of most rumour mongers, as of late... Something happened there. An unusual, gray-white, thick mist crept in overnight. Those who didn't escape were claimed by it (a few outlying farmers and woodsmen). The first signs were fleeing wildlife, which led to bad hunting. The survivors of the village didn't stick around long enough to discover what the mist did, but, those who didn't make it had begun to act strangely, despondent, then vanished, mysteriously after a few days... They figured the arrival of the cloud had something to do with the unwelcome visitor who settled the high mountain valley south of Frosthearth a few years ago. He hadn't done anything, initially, so they left him to his strange business... After fleeing, the whole village relocated to the nearest settlements, moved in with family and friends, if they had any. Some moved into the free woods to the north, and lived off the land. The lord and lady became guests of the local township's royal family. A call has been put out, for the aid of those who would investigate why the village was beset by the mist.

Details: The Lumenorian wizard, Mydron, has settled the high, dry valley to the north where a large sinkhole provided him with the raw materials he desired for his work. He wished to create a strange and unusual garden, but, had no way to contain it. The sinkhole serves him as a prison garden of experimental fungal horrors. The only problem was, he had no way to get water to his garden, so, he erected two obsidian monoliths near his tower to act as batteries to warm the ice from a local glacier to water his garden. The water is received via an underground aqueduct running from the nearest glacier to the sinkhole. The spore-mist is a byproduct of the garden, itself. It clings to the air around the tower and hangs over the garden like a cloud and seeps down north to the village and local forest where it began affecting the local wildlife and villagers.

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