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AD&D Session 100 - Fields Gone Fallow

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25th of Horisal, 835 PD

After spending the morning on pleasantries and breakfast in a Daestok that felt far diminished from the town they had once known, the party made their way toward Bibi’s old farm. The road out only confirmed what the shuttered streets had already suggested: the surrounding farmland, once part of a thriving agricultural hub, had been left to slip back toward wilderness. Fields lay overgrown and poorly tended, a stark sign of how deeply Daestok’s decline had spread beyond the town walls.

Bibi’s former home had fared no better. No one appeared to have been granted the property after she was forced out, leaving the house neglected and decaying in her absence. Rather than seek another refuge in town, the party began cleaning and reclaiming the place, intending to use it as a temporary base while they investigated what had gone wrong in Daestok since their earlier departure.

Their first obstacle was mundane but unpleasant: the basement had become infested with swarms of rats. The party cleared them out and made the building at least somewhat habitable again. As night settled over the abandoned farm, however, the sense of unease returned. Shadows seemed to creep around the building in the darkness, watching or testing its new occupants, though no open attack came. For the moment, Bibi’s old farm had become shelter again—but not, it seemed, a safe one.