We are on the hunt, I remember a book that spoke of a Fire Giant who gave his heart to a witch of the Thornwood. this gift was said to give him unending life. It would appear that this story was not just a tale. We have hunted down the Thornwood and with the assistance of a local mage we were able to teleport to the woods edge.
I gave sacrifice, the party was surprisingly accepting of the ritual, likely they were too dull to comprehend or to unfinished with their drink to understand.
At the wood we found that there were no living creatures, also the wood itself seems to feed off of magical energy. Interesting to find out how fickle the druid and the drunkard are, so protective of their precious forest until they discovered that the source of the wood could be something other than natural growth. Obviously they have no sense of dedication to the efemoral nature of their land.
The gnome attempted a test of burning down the wood from non-magical means.. it appears to work. The fool of a druid called the rains for no reason other than to put out a fire. Such a fool! So little respect for the rains!! He will learn the importance of the blessings of the rains.
The woods themselves are empty, strange even for the sands… we found out why, it would appear that this place is a haven for the aberrations, Beholders roam free.