Symbaroum RPG: Adventure Pack 4

Once the conversation dies out, silence falls like a heavy blanket over the world. The sudden cracks of the fire resound like hammer blows in your ears. To make any noise at all feels like a violation of the unnatural stillness. The world is absolutely quiet, mute like the dead. In the darkness beyond the wavering ring of light cast by your campfire, even the moaning of the wind has ceased. As long as you were on the road, the silence was hidden behind the sounds of the journey – stomping boots, creaking backpack straps, clattering cookware. But even then, the surroundings were eerily lifeless. Not even the buzzing of insects could be heard. Irena says she saw a bird passing north during the afternoon; the rest of you nod agreement, none of you truly believing it. This is northern Alberetor, on the border between civilization and the dark. You have not traveled very far from the Cliff of Korinda, but still it is a wasteland, abandoned by both humans and wildlife. The only creatures y