The Hounds Are Forever Yours

Arvien felt her stomach starting to complain about the lack of second breakfast but she ignored it while the party continued to explore the grounds for any signs of help in breaking the Wescoat curse.  Varrid decided to talk to Gabrielle about the master's morning routine and reentered the house to find her.

Bog Take Your Bones!

After 20 to 30 minutes of walking, Wescoat Manor's silhouette could be seen dimly in the fog, its gabled roof rose above the treeline.  From a distance, it seemed more a derelict than an inhabited manor.  As the group drew closer, a low stone wall seemed to hold back the bog, though in places the wall had crumbled under the steady onslaught of the marshy ground.

Hounded!

"How far is it to the Shepherd's farm" queried Arvien.  "Which direction are we going, when will we arrive?"  she continued.  The Sheriff answered, "It is about 5 miles out to the farmstead, which is off to the northeast.  We should bet there in about a half hour.  Further on is the moors and bogs surrounding the Manor of Wescoat."

The Feud

About a hundred years ago, Burton Wescote and Ann Campbell were engaged to be married.  It was an arranged wedding, valuable to both families.  There was no love lost between the Wecsotes of Mordent and the Campbells of Dementlieu, but the groom, at least, was willing to go through with the marriage.

The Beached Mermaid

Our heroes are afloat at sea in the midst of a great fog bank having just escaped from the Island domain of Markovia.  The howls and screams of Broken Ones linger in the minds of the party as they try and see anything at all through the deep and dark pea soup fog.

Fort Markov, The Bronx

As the party headed back to the manor Arvien was full of ideas.  "We should climb over the wall and attack from inside," she opined, "Maybe our group can approach acting like we have the table for Dr. Fran."
"Quiet" countered Akanga, "we will attack head on to the gate.  I have a helper on the inside.  Now let us hurry toward our fate."