Individuals who have suffered from the Blight sickness beyond a certain point have began to dream of distant shores and beating wings. Those who have eaten from the tree of the Dreamer are plagued with flashes of crashing waves and dead trees, of a dark soil and lifeless place. To the west something stirs, and the sickness leads them back to it, some point of origin that can now be followed. They call it the Deadlands, but something living calls this place home...
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OOC:
I've been doing dreams and things for folk the past week but do not feel it has gotten too much of a response, which is fine.
This reveals the general location of the dungeon - I will allow voyages to set off and skip ahead in IC time for those sick currently - and take to TPing and setting up a small camp of sorts.
If anyone wishes to establish a camp this evening I can probably do that, but again, the dungeon starts as it is meant to/timed to - Please don't go flying around for it as things will be different when it begins.
