When we awoke in the swamp, we had a vague memory of being hired for a caravan protection job to move a book from one town to another. The job had gone sideways. Four of us woke up in the swamp and everyone else was dead with signs of claw marks and bone arrows in bodies. We fought our way through a group of trolls to reach the road. On the road, a caravaneer named Billy picked us up. A demon and his hellhounds attacked us and we barely got away with our lives, saving Billy and his horses but not his wagon. When we reached the town of Timberridge, we found out the black grimoire was being protected in the local cathedral. We were given a couple of leads to where the demon might be or at least information about it. A lake to the west covered in a thick fog, and a lumberjack cabin to the east. We went to the lake to the west was controlled by a hag called Old Greg whom we eventually defeated and dispelled the fog. When we returned the town was attacked by demons at the east gate and we joined the city guard in repelling them. The church was also attacked, but the priests had been assisted by a halfling artificer to stop the demons from reclaiming the book. When we went east to the lumberjack's cabin, he attempted to drug us with sleepytime coffee and eat us, as he was a cannibalistic hag. When we returned to Timberridge, the Mayor summoned us to meet with him. Our current predicament remains an inability to remember the circumstances that led us here as well as a demon that is hunting us with a hellhound and paralytic poisonous arrows trying to obtain the black grimoire.
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