Tuha's Report - Page 2
We stand before the gates to the Gardens of Ateph and immediately a sense of wrongness surrounds us. There is a foulness in the air that cannot be described by mortal senses.
Many had already fled this befouled place. Those less fortunate had already succumbed to the madness and required the release of death. Our orders were clear: no trace of the corruption of night is to escape the valley. With a heavy heart, we do what is necessary for the good of the Korvan people.
The closer we get to the Court of the Magi, the stranger the sights become. The men are uneasy, but the horses are inconsolable. The remainder of the journey will be on foot.