Wonder While We Wander

Seglun and Grunyar rushed under the portcullis into the Barbican.  Turning to head up the ramp into the castle they immediately found Goblyns in the the way.  Suddenly the outside portcullis squawked and rattled down separating the party into two groups.  A volley of arrows rained down from the second floor of the Barbican into the remaining party outside the portcullis.

A Sapling in the Courtyard

Seglun led the way under the portcullis followed closely by Baru.  Seeing no Goblyns or any other obstacle they motioned for the rest of the heroes to emerge.  Swiftly the group marched down the road.  Arvien thought that is was about 8 or 10 miles back to Shelaugh's sanctuary, so they marched quickly.

Escape from Tristenoira??

Arvien was hungry.  "Let's go find the kitchen, we need some food," she exclaimed.  Drovic recalled that the kitchen was on the first floor of the keep.  So down the stairs the party tromped only to find the kitchen was closed, maybe for good.

Mysterious Missives

Seglun headed down the middle hallway to a sitting area under two windows that overlooked the oak tree.  The servant girl was sitting there knitting a scarf.  She did not respond to the arrival of Seglun.  Drovic looked into another door, which led once again to a small servants quarters.  Ralom headed down the north-south hallway to a door on the west which led to a stairway headed down.  Calling Baru and Seglun forward the party headed down the rickety stairway.

Andrew ApFittle

"Where the hell were you?" demanded Baru as he glared at the small halfling.  "I can't see in the dark.  Did you want a fireball flung randomly into the area?" replied Arvien.  Ralom meanwhile was doling out more healing as the party had several members in serious condition.

The ApBlanc Horror

After lying on the floor for a minute or two, Arvien finally raised her head and moaned "What was that?"  She let her head rest on the floor once again as she realized she wasn't dead.  Ralom hurried over to apply healing as did Drovic.

Yet Another Lord

Seglun was sorting through the papers on the desk when she suddenly found a sheaf of papers.  When she studied them they appeared to be Terms of Surrender dated 1933, from Birnam to Marc ApBlanc.  As she read on the following section stood out.