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There was a danger to it, of course; your evil presence was just as likely to attract the demons as it was to repulse them. In some ways that might have been useful; some demonic servants would be welcome in these parts.
The party itself is naturally fearful of these lands, as they should be, for this is no place any mortal should dwell. Though it was no concern of yours, if they died, you would fall into the hand of the next batch of future minions, and the cycle would begin anew.
<span class="mu-i"> ''This place gives me the chills.'' </span> Samarda remarked. <span class="mu-i"> ''In the desert, the horizon was at least blue; the sands stretched out endlessly. Here, it feels like the even the sun has deserted the wastes itself.'' </span> As she looked around her for any sign of life, hostile or at the very least neutral.
<span class="mu-r"> <span class="mu-i"> "Indeed, but thou shouldst not think this place barren of life; it is here, twisted and malevolent." </span> You told her, which made her even more on her guard.
That is not to say that all were dreading any encounter with the demonic residents; Mortharn, on account of being a living piece of armour powered by a soul, didn't know fear or any emotion. The silent husk was your primary weapon here; he would be the one to lead the way through the treacherous wastes.
But the fortune would seem to smile upon your motley crew. For no demons came to molest your escort of loyal cultists.
As you journeyed deeper into the demonic wasteland, a sense of unease settled over the group, despite the lack of immediate danger. The ominous silence was almost more unsettling than any bodily threat could have been.
Aimlessly they wandered for ten days and one, the landscape growing more surreal, the mountains taking on more unnatural forms, until they stumbled upon:
>A dark, guttural cave; stakes with impaled men stood in front of the entrance.
>Long since cut in twain, the remains of an old tower long since crumbled under its own weight.
>Black stone, smooth and cold to the touch, jutted out of the ground in jagged formations, casting eerie shadows in the fading light.</span>
