Late Scarlatan, 450 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire:

As an old traveller stumbled along the Prelatorian Highway, his
deteriorating body consumed by a black miasma of energy, two young
adventurers named Aisen and Moros paused at the strange sight, asking
what ailed him. The man spoke of his wanderings, and how he had recently
found himself deep within a strange swamp. Lying within was an enormous
tree enveloped in the same black miasma, which had somehow been
transferred to him.

The pair were soon joined by the Sentaari monk Cliff, and the three
adventurers urged the traveller to lead them to this tree, that they
might uncover a method of curing his plague. As they picked their way
through the muck in a swampy area near Green Lake, a stealthy warrior
emerged before them and began to attack the wandering man. When the
adventurers defended the traveller, the warrior fled further into the
depths of the swamp.

With trepidation the adventurers moved into the dismal swamp,
encountering hostile looks from armoured trolls that guarded the area.
Finding no assistance from the guards, they sought aid from a local
witch, who muttered something about the Cypress of Mysteries. After
extracting a promise that the interlopers would never return to the
hidden locale, she reluctantly withdrew the vicious energy from the
explorer, revealing him as a young man aged to near death by the miasma.

Keeping their word to the old crone, the small party withdrew from the
Village of Qurnok, and the young traveller headed back down the highway
to celebrate in the Year 450 festivities.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Lupar, in the year 451 AF.