Rafter's Story

This is the creek that I followed. I went way, way down this creek. Way down the creek. I followed it all morning. It was tough going, even for an old swamp rat like Rafter. But I kept finding good places to set my traps so I just kept going. All morning I went.

I came to some deep water. But I wanted to keep going. So I decided to swim across. It was tough going. Much harder than I thought. When I got to the other side, I thought I was in trouble. Too hard to risk going back. Old Rafter thought he’d go forward to find an easier way around.

So I just kept going. Through the heat of the day in the swamp, I just kept going. Old Rafter thought he was a goner.

Then Rafter couldn’t believe his old eyes. I found a road. A road in the middle of the swamp. Must be from the ancients of course. I couldn’t believe my eyes to find a road in the middle of the swamp.

I followed the road South, ‘til I came to a split. I followed the road East, through a part of the swamp with tall grass. And I came to a stone wall. It looked like a shed had been there, but a long time ago. Long time ago! There were trees growing in this part. And a fire pit. Some goblins had been campin’ there, and they built a fire pit next to this wall.

I looked around, and these goblins had been diggin’. Diggin’ around the wall just to see what they might find there, you see. And they dug up some old jars, like the one I gave to that there gnome.

And I found this too. (Rafter presents a rusted old ceremonial dagger with a draconic symbol on it.)

I went back west to the split, and started to go west further, on the other side of the split. That’s when I saw ‘em there. Sleeping in a little pool of water under swamp grass. Zombies. Pale old bloated up zombies. Probly goblins when they was livin’.

So I turned back. I went back to where them goblins had been a’ campin’. I built me a fire. And I stayed next to that fire with my sword in my hand. Tried to stay up all night. No swamp zombies gonna get old Rafter. But I fell asleep. Gods were watchin’ out for me. The zombies never came.

When the sun came up old rafter wasted no time. I followed the road back to the creek, and followed it back to my raft. Tough going through there again. But old Rafter’s feet are fast when theys zombies.

If you want to find that camp, follow the creek to the road. It’s a tough old haul. Don’t kid yourself. And you’ve got to get to the road before dark. Or them zombies will have you where they want ya.