Hi there!

I’ve added the Shrouded Hamlet to the Atlas. (Content warnings: fungi, alcohol).

The village of Cammillon was once known as a vibrant fixture in river trade, famous for a rich, exclusive liqueur that bears its name. Export of barrels and bottles had increased greatly as it became well known, until they suddenly stopped completely. A thick fog had slowly crept over the village, and none who entered afterwards returned.

You carve your sigil into the northwestern bridge and survey the village. Even from here, relatively free of the fog, its pervasive, musty stench is a feeling as much as it is a smell. You take one last untainted breath before you enter.

If you already have the project, you already have it!

Until next time!