The Screeching Goat

We woke at the break of dawn. Tufts of grey smoke wandered through the air as a faint reminder of where we were. The last remnants of the Ravens' encampment were now a hovel of soot and ash. I stood, stretched and took in the surroundings as the others began to stir. Bhodi was already awake and in a small patch of grass just past the trees, twisting and whirling his hands and feet in some kind of rhythmic movement unfamiliar to me. He appeared to be deep in though, an aura of serenity encapsulating him. By the time the sun began to touch the dew-covered field of grass, everyone was up and stowing their belongings. The silence was both serene and unnerving. Not that it was silent, mind you. There was a fair amount of rustling, banging and clanging. But nobody was talking. Nobody was really even looking at each other. I finally cleared my throat and spoke up. "We need to get these heads back to Atros. They're getting a little gamey." "Back the way we cam...

From The Naskel Keep Scribe's Logs... The party wakes in the morning to find that someone has snuck into their rooms and left some things behind, a letter for Miresta and a book for Damaia. As everyone is preparing for the day there is a knock at the door, and a page asks that they meet with Sir Roderic at their earliest possible convenience. On the way to the Castellan's Keep the party drops in on Delgna at the Merchant's Guild.  They inform her that Lhodis and Laurel have been slain by cultists in the Caves of Chaos, and at her request they return their effects and cargo. The Castellan has a well appointed spread ready to greet his rescuers, and there is much talk of tensions in the region, theorizing about the disposition of Marevak, and the ongoing needs of Nashkel.  Roderic offers 2000gp for the removal of the minotaur and its lieutenants in the Caves of Chaos, and a reward for stopping Marevak dead or alive, 2500gp and 5000g respectively. As they leave town they stop ...