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Once again, thanks to Kyla Cox for keeping the notes and doing the write up!

Things pick up right where they left off: with the party slowly making their way through the dense jungles of Chult. Their progress forward was halted by the smell of death in the air. The smell was soon joined by the sound of heavy footsteps slowly dragging their way through the brush. And then came zombies.

Quite a few zombies, in fact. All of them had a blue triangle painted on their foreheads. A warning? The party didn't know. Between their efforts (and the timely use of Spirit Guardians by their cleric follower), the party made quick work of the pack of undead. Taban, the fighter, made mention of blue triangle-marked zombies typically being found deep in the jungle.

The threat concluded, the group continued their slow progress. But it wasn't long before trouble found them again, this time in the form of a albino dwarves laying in wait with an ambush. Only some quick talking (and some just as quick bargaining for food and water) kept the encounter from getting violent.

The dwarf and his fellows proved surprisingly useful as a source of information. The triangle-marked zombies the party met earlier, he said, were marked as part of an undead army from the time of the Spellplague. He also warned them about a red dragon that had driven the dwarves from their home.

Curiously, he also mentioned that a man named Artis Cimber was seeking the Soul Monger just like the party was. The man had been last seen at Camp Righteous, before it was destroyed by zombies...

After nearly having their supplies stolen in the middle of the night by a pack of goblins, the party ran into another group of people wearing the blue tirangle. Only THESE ones were still very much alive. The sole survivor they took as prisoner spent his time rambling about a "Night Serpent" and the lost capital city of Chult known as Omu.

A few more days of journeying deposited the group at the ruins of Camp Righteous. The place was a wreck, with no sign of anyone living in the vicinity. (The canoes moored at the river bank, however, were a welcome sight after so long spent hacking through the underbrush.) The camp was constructed outside of what looked like a temple. A statue of a man with a crocodile on his back stood just outside the entrance.

Confronted with the lure of gold, our adventurers did what they do best: crept their way inside to see what riches lay ahead. But that is a tale for next time...