Many of us began this journey. Few reached the Isle of Dread, fewer still have escaped.

My companions sent me south on the dragon Selenia’s back to ensure that the necessary information and material reached Eligos. The three heroes then set upon the enemy and poor Galan made the ultimate sacrifice.

I found Farshore to be prepared and ready to meet the threat the foul dragon Ilthane and her Dracha minions represent. With little discussion we turned around and flew back north with a squadron of dragons. We found Kavr’n’n, Aramir and a handful of Dracha afloat.

As they tell it, Galan fell to a Kyuss spawned warrior. The foul creatures were preparing the beach for the Dragon attack with the intent of infecting the glorious coppers with worm spawn! In personal combat Galan was struck down and consumed by the undead worms. My heart grows heavy at the thought.

All of my companions would have been wiped out, however, if the bulk of the Dracha had not come to their senses and turned against their undead companions. They showed the way to defeat the Kyuss Spawn, only a few moments too late.

So many friends and allies lay dead on the Island or in the depths surrounding it. What once seemed a grand adventure now rings hollow and hopeless. The humid misty confines of that dark place will haunt my dream for the remainder of my days.