Vulpwood Horror

The party headed back to their rooms at Raven's Roost quietly celebrating their luck in surviving the Dog Fights and garnering 100gp reward from the hated Matton Blanchard.   Ralom kept shaking his head as he heard Gypsy violin music softly coming from an alley, and then the back room of a tavern.  The night was warm, though a thick mist had risen from the cobbled streets.  The mist gave the street lanterns a mystical glow.

Bloodsport

At the disappearance of Vincenzo and Lolita Varrid suggested they head for the Raven's Roost to check on Raul and tell him about the Vistani they had just met and his invitation to the Vulpwood.  She was also wanting to get ready to meet with Captain Nathan and attend the Dog Fights.  Arvien continued to question why the group would wish to attend a Dog Fight.

The House of Mists

Seglun hired a cart and Baru helped Raul load it down with his blacksmith tools and supplies and the party headed for an inn somewhere along the waterfront.  Varrid asked Captain Timothy if he wished to meet for dinner.  He agreed to meet at the Black Swan. 

The Tale of the Captain and the Vistana

The Vistani turn up where you least expect them and always want what you can least afford.  They're never to be trusted, always spouting lies and stealing your gold.  There's a good reason why I won't let any gypsy on my ship, and if you listen, I'll tell you why.

Nocturne

Arvien and Seglun ran to the ship, asking for a ride off of the island.  Captain Timothy tied up the Virago and leaped onto the land eyeing up this strange collection of adventurers(?).    "I'm headed for Karina, I can offer you a ride there, providing you don't mind sleeping on the deck of ashore at nights.  The hold is full."  Immediately Arvien agreed to his offer.

Widower Once and For All?

Baru again awakened with a start, grabbing for his sword and scanning the room.  Seeing that none of his fellow adventurers were intent on attacking him, he let his head fall back to the bed.  Ralom awoke in the common room but did not see any of the other patrons staying there react in any way.  What was that dream and why is it recurring?   Meanwhile Varrid opened her eyes and wondered how she had drifted off to sleep again, but she felt very good after the events of the dream.

A Night of Dreams

Our heroes lay prone in the moors, panting and gasping for air.  Ralom looked around hoping not to see any other creatures entering the clearing.  Varrid pulled herself upright and headed for the mound of clothes left where Burton Wescoat had fallen.  She grasped the leaf armor and held it up for size.  "Looks good on me," she mused, "What else is of interest here?"