Part 1 - Night of Deadly Stars

Ygne barges through the middle of the three figures on the bridge. As she does so, she identifies them as a female dark elf and two rather awkward looking zombies.

The dark elf regains her composure after being barged into and says in a calm voice: "Please do not be so rude. We merely look for company on the road. May I introduce myself, I am Mekrien Silverleaf and the my two deceased friends answer to the names of 'Shuffle' and 'Shrug' respectively. May we join you?"

Hosford Merrywife immediately registers her objection from her position at the back of the group. "We don't need no company. Especially not those who we can little trust. And those dead things will scare my Marsh Drakes an' all."

Immediately picking up on Hosford's objection, Robon resolutely backs. "Please now, carry on. We have a long distance to go and must make haste. Your cooperation is appreciated." The forgeborn maintains its place and attempts to puff itself a bit to look bit more intimidating to the dark elf.

Hosford turns to Jack and says "I'll take their money. Good as anyone else's. But dead things, well theys meant to stay dead isn't they. I'll take the money but don't expect me to be guarding them. That's down to you fellas. I'll have one eye on me drakes and the other on me back."

Mekrien, Shuffle and Shrug fall into pace with the caravan and your journey continues.

As night begins to fall you are looking for a place to camp. A whistling sound draws your attention to the sky to something that is commonly known as the Archmage’s Comet. This strange phenomena appeared a month ago, a comet that moves erratically across the sky and sometimes disappears for days at a time. The whistling at first sounds distant, like the warbling of a bird, but it grows painfully and piercingly loud as the comet seems to momentarily change course.

The comet brightens, and an instant later the Dragon Wood is shaken by a loud explosion. The comet is still intact, but several chunks have fallen off it!

Suddenly the Dragon Wood is pelted by red-hot rocks from the sky! Trees explode. The marsh-drakes panic and begin running away.

Jack flinches when the world explodes and all hell breaks loose, but there is no panic in the lithe man as shards of wood rain upon him or strike his leather armor. Explosions are old hat for the once-performer, as magical showmanship had been an incessant part of daily life. And there were few things a wild mage seemed to love more than blowing things up.

He was not entirely without alarm, as the sight of the fleeing marsh drakes meant that his payday was scattering into the ravaged forest. "Ohhh no you don't!" the man said, sprinting to try and outrun the drakes, hoping to cut them off and keep them from running away by tempting them with more samples of jerky.

Jack and Robon manage to catch 2 Marsh Drakes each and Ygne manages to grab hold of 3. Milo does best of all, capturing 5. There are still 8 of them running around in a blind panic.