The party returns to Moonflower Creations to find their bakery quietly transformed, tend to a growing dragon and mounting debts, spread their influence through blood, charm, and cultivation, and end the day confronted by a mysterious emissary invoking Sterling’s name.
A newly planted hedge of living magic grows into a protective wall as the companions help Baroldson Farm fend off the swamp’s undead threat—earning the farmers’ gratitude, a vital wheat partnership, and a new foothold in the party’s quest for entrepreneurship.
After defeating Serath the Hollow-Voiced, the weary heroes return to the hag Grinroot to forge a pact of living magic, trading a bloodless blade and a hero’s ashes for the secret of the Lurian hedge, then plant its chattering shoots around Baroldson Farm, sowing hope and protection that will take three patient years to bloom.
The weary adventurers escape the undead-swarmed swamp, finally returning to Baroldson’s farm, where a sacred tree and whispered legends hint at a ritual that could save the land.
The party is ambushed in the swamp, where Bhakris falls to the undead onslaught and the others fight desperately to hold the line as the horde presses ever closer.
The adventurers flee through a haunted swamp at night, pursued by a horde of undead and clinging to survival by wit, fire, and desperate courage."
The party excavates an ancient circle of standing stones at Decay’s Rest, discovering mysterious runes that point toward Baroldson’s farm and may explain the zombie plague, while debating whether the sacred symbols are actually just ancient graffiti.
The party routed Serith Hollowvoice and his corpse‑giant in Decay’s Rest, secured a potent shard of the Orbum Vitalis along with his foul insect staff, burned the rising dead, and started the grim march back toward civilization.
A stealthy reconnaissance at Decay’s Rest leads to an intense battle where the party disrupts Sereth Hollow Voice’s undead ritual, facing down swarms of ghouls and reassembling corpses.
After accepting Sylgwyn’s request for a blood-free blade and the ashes of a fallen protector, the companions braved sweltering bogs, zombie skirmishes, and foul miasmas to reach Decay’s Rest, only to find the lich-like Sarith orchestrating a corpse-laden ritual beneath a shifting cloud of insects.