The Touch of Death
These signs were foreseen by Hyskosa, a Vistani most gifted with The Sight. Spread word of these wherever you travel. Only the true hearted can stop the fall of the night of evil.
The night of evil shall descend on the land
When these hex of signs are near at hand.
In the house of Daegon the sorceror born
Through life, unlife, unliving shall scorn.
The lifeless child of stern mother found
Heralds a time, a night of evil unbound.
Seventh time the son of suns doth rise
To send the knave to an eternity of cries.
Inajira will make his fortunes reverse
Dooming all to live with the curse.
The mists loom ahead of you. Suddenly, you are surrounded by the dank, swirling fog. The mist is so thick you can barely see anything.
As you wander through the mists, your sense of direction is lost. All you see and feel is the dank miasma surrounding you. After a few minutes, you notice the air is warming up. Then it is hot. The mists are burning off from the heat. The dull, red orb of the sun can be seen overhead through the evaporating fog.
As the last tendrils of the mist blow away in the hot, dry breeze, you see sand under your feet. The heat is suffocating and you find it difficult to breathe. A quick glance around reveals trackless desert on three sides and a barren cliff to your right. Ahead is a small village surrounding a few palm trees. The road leads towards it.
