We come to an arch in a clearing with the doors blown off the hinges. The building is only ruins. We see tiny claw marks on the doorframe.
The air smells like cinnamon. We waste an hour on searching the area and we see nothing. I firebolt the door until there is nothing.
We then walk away.
After a couple hours we make camp for the night. The ravens take a sunset cruise and see a series of spires that go above the canopy about a day away.
We seem to have scary dreams and some of us do not feel rested. No spells were gained for some of us.
We decide to move at a 90 degree angle from the spires and the stone archway to rest again. We travel there for the evening to try and rest again.
We talk to the simple forest folk and the name the spires in the distance as the Deamons maw. I ask him where Abbadons horn is and he lies to us. I immediately begin casting and they turn into werebears.
We fight then to a standstill and then loot their bodies.
We head back towards the swamp and try to rest again with poor results.
The adventures of the party as recorded by the Chronicler
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