Goriand, Andero, Abraxus and Autumn head back to Winterhaven to find the gates closed and the walls manned by the Regulars, keeping vigilant watch for danger. Upon hearing of the group’s success at the Keep, the gates are opened wide and the party ushered into Wrafton’s where they are bombarded with mugs of ale and requests to hear of their heroic exploits.
Lord Padraig asked the group to be their guests in town through the following day when they can once again open up the town for market day and hold a celebration feast in their honor that night. He also invited them to stay as long as they liked and assured them that they would always be welcome in Winterhaven.
So the group spent the evening and the following day mingling with the good folks of Winterhaven. They were able to find buyers for some of the trinkets they found within the ruins of the keep and were also able to pick of a couple of items that caught their eye. And when the time came for the evening feast, the town was filled with revelers toasting the victory of their new heroes.
The next morning, the group left Winterhaven with calls of well-wishes floating after them in the morning breeze. They had decided to follow Andero to his home village on the eastern shores of Lake Wintermist where the halfling hoped to unravel the mystery behind the sudden delivery of his master’s staff to him in Fallcrest.
||They hadn’t been traveling long along the road north from Winterhaven when Andero spotted a group of kobolds lying in wait to ambush them. Thanks to the halfling’s sharp eyes, the group was able to get the jump on the kobolds instead. The group quickly gained the advantage and one of the kobolds threw a ceramic pot into the air where it exploded into a bright fireball. Figuring this was a signal for reinforcements, the group pressed the attack even harder and cut through the remaining kobolds just as a hobgoblin attack force arrived on the scene.
|The party eagerly dove into battle with the hobgoblins; and though they were a far more disciplined fighting group than the kobolds, they too would prove to be no match for the heroes. The companions emerged bloodied and battered, but victorious.
From the words that were exchanged during combat as well as the markings found on the kobolds and hobgoblins, it was determined that the two groups were the remnants of Irontooth’s gang and the Bloodreavers. The two groups had apparently planned to combine their strength to take revenge on the ones who had decimated their organizations… a mistake which cost them everything.
||Traveling on, it wasn’t long until the road led the party past the ruins of the Keep on the Shadowfell, where they noticed a group of undead milling about the ruins. They didn’t want to leave such a threat behind them, so they charged headlong into the ranks of shambling zombies. The ragged undead fell one after another to the mighty blows of the heroes until over a score of corpses littered the ruins, never to rise again.
With the last remnants of Kalarel’s minions now destroyed, the group continued their journey towards Andero’s home. After a few more miles, they left the road to cut northeast across the countryside. They skirted the rolling hills of the Gardbury Downs and crossed the open plains, heading for the eastern shores of Lake Wintermist and the edge of the Winterbole Forest. As night fell, they found what shelter they could in a small copse of trees on the plains and made camp for the night.