Chapter 1: Into The Mists

"Vampire? Thrall? Anyone care to fill me in?"

Skallagrim moves along the path, keeping an eye out for wild garlic, or branches that would make good stakes.
"an infernal bloodsucker about eh? Takes some pressure off you then?" he says to Morticia, as he passes the teifling.

Skallagrim smiles as he picks up the knife. "I have no bad blood with gnomes. But if you want this back, you'll have to take it."
He slides it into his belt, and keeps walking.

Galdr, this guy is not undead from what you can tell, just dead.

Skip, the wounds seems to be made by some kind of animal or more likely, animals.

You walk back to the path. After a short while you finally come out on the other side of it and instead face an empty moor stretching out in front of you, only broken by the continuation of the dirt road. For another mile you encounter nothing, the chilly air starts to permeate your bones as you seek some kind of solace from all this desolation. Finally you spot what appear to be a tall building with a couple of smaller ones on either side and some kind of empty enclosure further away from it. As you get closer you can hear small sobbing cries coming from the space in between all the buildings. As you move past the first building you can easily see from the road, lit up by torches hanging from the building you would presume might be stables stands to children. The sobs are coming from a boy and he's being comforted by what could be his older sister. They haven't noticed you yet.