2/6/23

With several days to spare, the group decided to venture back into the Mournland in hopes of finding some creature or another to occupy their time, and if they were lucky, their food stores and pockets. Tensions seemed to be rising among the group, as Anaharath and Adriana bickered and Wick and Wrench continued to snap at each other since their ethics arguments. The group entered the Mournland, following Anaharath's lead and map both, before electing to veer from their plotted path and head northward. The group encountered a strange carousel in the deep mists, seemingly still in working order, but just barely, clearly ravaged by the elements. As they investigated the damaged ride, several undead children appeared to guard the area. The children were handled easily, so much so that during the fight, Wrench found their mind wandering away to questions of what separates life and undeath, and what undeath means for the concept of life. With the children felled, the group continued to look for the larger conquest they'd come for. Deathroar and Anaharath fired several shots off into the mist, drawing the attention of a very sizeable scorpion. Feeling emboldened, the ranged of the bunch darted at it, and were rewarded with a few heavy hits. Once slain, the group decided to put off breaking the creature down for parts, instead joining together to drag its corpse back to the ship. Though the mists clearly had crept into Anaharath's head, he demonstrated what the party considered uncharacteristic strength, though he insisted it was perfectly in character. Upon their return, Deathroar excitedly showed Adriana the conquest, and Anaharath immediately went to rest his clearly weary mind. Wrench followed him inside, pressing the questions once again of what the difference is between the alive and the undead. Frustrated, Anaharath tried to dismiss him, but when Wrench did not relent and Kleos appeased him, he quickly rattled off all the arcane knowledge he had regarding life, death, necromancy, and the plane of Dal Quor. Without another word or dismissal, he returned to sleep, leaving Wrench with the rest of the group to ponder life on his own.