EXCERPT FROM  "Corruption: A symposium. Chapter XXVI"

From a distance, the highly armored man appeared to be fiddling with his greaves.  As I approached, it was apparent he was trying to remove an over crowded key ring from one of his many belt pouches.  The keys stood out at impossible angles.  The gauntly featured high elf mumbled something obscene in a slurred tongue.  Then he saw me.

"You should not sneak up on a man like that, traveller!", he snapped.  A strange grey aura swirled above his shoulders, settling and finally disppearing on his darkened armor.  The high elf's eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down.  Just as suddenly, his eyes softened.

"How rude of me. My name is Sullen, Minor Liegeman to the Emperor.  While away on imperial business, my Foxhole fell into the trance of a strangely corrupted aura.  By the time I was able to round up some individuals for study, the corruption had spread further and grown much stronger than I had anticipated. It is only a matter of time before it escapes and spreads throughout the empire."

Sullen's eyes narrowed again, as he looked me up and down - again they softened.  "You look the adventurous type.  The dust on your boots, the scuffs in your clothing.. and those aura's.  You are a strong one," Sullen said. "Perhaps you would be interested in some work?  I need someone to investigate the corruption within my Foxhole."

editor's note -- only intact  (but bloodied) page from the diary of Daranius of Seppthan, in Marassa's Peat.