Chapter 1: Into the Mists

heavy...breathing...Yes...they...are. My Friends...the house...

Wil goes to the courtyard and looks for any big rocks he can use against the scythe blades impeding the doorway.

Still looking toward the door, Basra asks, "How many others are in your party?" Noticing that Wil started moving away from him, he follows a few steps and asks, "What are you looking for? Anything I can help with?"

Ryn starts coughing as the rats start to surround him. The smoke starts to obscure his surroundings as he races towards the door. "Hurry Baroth, Greymond, they are on us, the door is in sight. Hurry." Ryn dashes towards the door, assuming Baroth and Greymond are still right behind him, he doesn't see the rats swarm Baroth. "Quick friend, we are almost free of this evil place."

As Greymond watches Ryn rush past, pulling his hand from his satchel with a familiar red liquid inside. Doesn't look like I'm going to have time to look at this. He says following everyone out of the house.

Ryn, somersaults through the door, evading the blades... getting up coughing he looks back as Greymond comes through. After staring at the door he starts to shout out... "Baroth, where are you... Baroth? Greymond where is he, he was right behind me a moment ago..." Ryn moves right up next to the door frantically looking in.

Ryn attempts to open the door.

Ryn turns and runs to Wil, "Wil, Wil, quick, the door is locked, Baroth is inside... we must get him out. I won't let this blasted house win." Ryn finally turns to the armored man next to him. "Basra, is it you? By the light it is good to see you. That house is evil, and our companion was taken. We must get him out." Ryn frantically turns back to the door.

Wil rushes up, pulls out his thieves tools, and attempts to unlock the door.

As Wil works on the lock, Ryn looks into the sky and starts angerly talking out loud. "You sent me here to fight evil but gave me nothing to defeat a taint so foul. Have you sent me to fail? You need me to do your bidding but I need more, I need something." As his rant finishes, Ryns eyes start to glow as his hands start to shake. "Wil, you might want to move out of the way, I’m either going to open that door, or burn the house down. " As Ryn takes a step back and waits for Wil to move, a giant flaming sphere of fire appears at the door. Ryn will slam the door with sphere, and if it won’t budge, he will take the full minute moving the sphere around trying to set the wooden house on fire.

Basra looks on in silent contemplation and a little concern as he watched Ryn’s antics. In all his time spent in Ryn’s company, he has never seen him so worked up before. After the flaming sphere dissipates and Ryn seems to be slightly more calm, Basra steps up to him and, placing a hand on his shoulder, he says, "Ryn, my friend, what has happened? I heard of your encounter with the Vistani from the barkeep at the tavern and of your destination, but what has happened here?" He glances around taking in the appearances of Ryn’s companions. "You seem to have run into some trouble."

We were lured into this house by some curse from a cult. My friend didn’t make it out. Wil sobs a little, then collects himself.

We must press onward.

Looking back at the house as the fire consumes it, Basra says to no one in particular, "Well, I did not know this friend of yours, but at the very least, this flaming pyre should serve as an acceptable cremation, and his spirit can pass on." finishing his statement, Basra lapses into a respectable silence, watching the house burn.