Burglekutt's Diary - Fog II

**Burglekutt's Diary**

I've decided to help rid Hope of this ghastley fog thats been plaguing the area. I must say it will certainly help the mood of the town if we can get rid of it - I haven't had a cheery day since I arrived! There's a group of adventurers heading out to a temple that is apparently belching the stuff into the atmosphere.

We made our way west and had an uneventful day of travel but we were attacked that night by a bunch of Feral Zombies. They even had a few Zombie Cats with them! It did not escape my notice that we were close to that Necromancer Cave I visited recently. I wonder if these creatures were his creations...

When we awoke the next day the Leonine, **Kronk**, appeared to have taken ill. He said he may have caught something during the zombie fight but insisted that we press onward. Sure enough later that day we encountered the Necromancers Cave. I explained to my companions my suspicions about the place but it was decided that we continue on to the Fog Temple. It was, afterall, the purpose of our expediation.

As we perpared to make camp that night **Kronk's** condition appeared to be deteriorating. We did our best to make him feel comfortable; **Arnulf** said that only a lesser restoration spell back at Hope could help him and we considered turning back. Again **Kronk** insisted that we continue forward.

On our third day of travel we finally reached our destination. Sure enough there is a shaft in the courtyard spewing fog into the air. The magical pool just inside the temple entrance was wonderful. It healed our wounds and refreshed us. Unfortunately it didn't cure **Kronk's** ailment. He explained that he had already received the pool's gift on the previous expedition out here and that it would not cure him again.

We didn't make it far into the temple before we encountered a Demon Blood Ooze. We managed to defeat the terrible creature but I've decided to help rid Hope of this ghastley fog thats been plaguing the area. I must say it will certainly help the mood of the town if we can get rid of it. I haven't had a cheery day since I arrived! There's a group of adventurers heading out to a temple that is apparently belching the stuff into the atmosphere.

We made our way west and had an uneventful day of travel but we were attacked that night by a bunch of Feral Zombies. They even had a few Zombie Cats with them! It did not escape me that we were close to that Necromancer Cave I visited recently. I wonder if these creatures were his creations...

When we awoke the next day the Leonine, Kronk, appeared to have taken ill. He said he may have caught something during the zombie fight but insisted that we press onward. Sure enough later that day we encountered the Necromancers Cave. I explained to my companions my suspicions about the place but it was decided that we continue on to the Fog Temple. It was, afterall, the purpose of our expediation.

As we perpared to make camp that night Kronk's condition appeared to be deteriorating. We did our best to make him feel comfortable; Arnulf said that only a lesser restoration spell back at Hope could help him and we considered turning back. Kronk insisted that we continue forward.

On our third day of travel we finally reached our destimation. Sure enough there is an underground shaft in the courtyard spewing fog into the air. The magical pool just insdie the temple entrance was wonderful. It healed our wounds and refreshed us. Unfortunately it didn't cure Kronks ailment. He explained that he had already received the pool's gift on the previous expedition out here and that it would not cure him again.

We didn't make it far into the temple before we encountered a Demon Blood Ooze. We managed to defeat the terrible creature but **Kronk's** condition continued to worsen. I have decided to escort Kronk back to Hope while the rest of the party remains. My friend Byron spoke of heading out this way soon, hopefully he will be able to meet up with the party inside the temple.

It grieves me to write this, but **Kronk** succumbed to the disease during our return journey. I did my best to fashon a makeshift sled from fallen branches but to no avail. I am but a Gnome and an overweight, middle aged one at that. The best I could do for him was a shallow grave, dug out of the damp swamp soil with my quarterstaff. Farewell my brave companion...