The Finger

We left the party being escorted by Virianis out of the Sheathe.  He suggested they stay at Larossa Baru's since they would no longer be welcome at Lefty's.  Arriving at Larossa's they were let into a two story house by a matronly woman looking around 45 years old, also staying in the house was her son Dellis, a towering presence with a pronounced limp.  He does not speak but his mother seems able to communicate well enough through hand signals.  He was wounded in battle against the Chained God and has not spoken since returning.

City of Dread

The party was in the middle of a battle with some Cultists and Minions as we left them last week.  Alhellara kept her "Moment of Glory" active so that all members except Mara still had resist 5 for all damage through the encounter.  Lythandar kept using Wizards Fury to provide a second Magic Missile attack each round which eliminated several Minions.  Pretis and Mara kept up their attacks on the enemy while Melisana fought the enemy while trying to keep Marit safe from attack.

Wages of War

We left our intrepid adventurers on the road in the Burning Peaks, a volcanic mountainous area.  They were traveling with Marit a VERY pregnant woman that they met on the road.  Marit is looking for her husband Victor who has not returned from war.  As the party traveled farther the road became more difficult and the air became silent with nary a bird or beast calling out.  Over a rise they group heard the human cries of pain and anguish that violated the stillness.

The Burning Peaks

The adventurers climb out of the Shadow Rift into the Mists of Ravenloft.  Having been accustomed to the mists they start off walking in a random direction.  Soon the mists start to clear and they find themselves in a jagged, volcanic mountain range.  There was no such mountain range in Tepest where the party entered into the Shadow Rift.  The party was on a a crude pathway passing a lake, Mara looked for tracks but there were many tracks heading in both directions so the party started walking to the right.  The pathway was rugged and movement was rather slow until they joined a wider damp, muddy road rutted and rough with old wagon tracks and boot prints.