Chapter 1 - Red Larch

Balak keeps dragging the necromancer to the inn where they met Kaylessa. If someone doesn't convince him otherwise, he drags the man right through the entrance and yells, Here's yer disturbance. Meet the Lord of Lance Rock! Balak will then throw the man onto an empty table.

Kaylessa gasps, and the rest of the inn patrons stand up. Angry and shocked voices question Balak's entrance.

"Tell us what happened! Who is this? Lord of Lance Rock?"

He caused the disturbances. His name is Oreioth.

Balak draws in closer to Kaylessa and whispers softly, He was the necromancer causing the zombies and skeletons in those caves. It seems that the source may be larger than him, though. I saw some mysterious sigil in that cave. This guy is looney tunes, though.

I believe he has been driven mad but some external force. I do not believe this is the man's natural state. Perhaps a town cleric might be able to restore him to his faculties.

Sorgrimm steps into the room behind is allies but remains silent for the moment.

After the initial shock of the entry, Felicia settles back down into her seat, taking a sip of the spiced wine in her cup. She glances over the varied members of the group that barged in and tries to do her best to hear what the big man was whispering. Her slightly pointed ears twitch with the effort, as her deep brown eyes scan the room.

Kaylessa sends one of her children off to fetch the Constable. "So there were undead. Did you leave any... intact? Or if the area safe now?" her husband brings out a coin purse, and she counts out 50 gp for each of you, including Walter.

It seems as though it is quiet for now. Though I can not speak as to how long that will remain so.

All I know is that there were some zombies that resembled adventurers. Many skeletons, but a few more freshly dead. My friends are right, though. It seems larger than just at Lance Rock. Sir Silvertongue he points to Dazzle and I saw this driftglobe with some eye sigil nearby it.

Do ya know anyone more familiar with arcane sources that may help us get a sense of what that may’ve been?

Familiar with arcane sources eh? Well, what do you say friendly little power stream? Do we know something of arcane sources? Let's see what we can find out. Felicia thinks to herself as she stands up from the table and sashays her way through the tables. Approaching the bar with her glass in hand, she sets it down gently, flashing a smile.

Don't mean to interrupt loves, but my glass is in desperate need of recharging. Kaylessa darling, could I bother you to top me up? she says to the proprietor before turning to the group members. Certainly an interesting way to make an entrance, yeah? What'd the old dwarf do to earn a nap on the table?

Dazzle noticed Felicia as soon as they returned to the tavern, and when she started her inquiries he didn't miss a beat in responding to her. I'm always fond of a memorable entrance. Oreioth here is no doubt behind a number of local disappearances, creating his own little undead army to join him in the worship of some strange eye... thing.

I don't suppose, he continued while flashing a charming smile, you have any pertinant information you could share with us, in return for me being so forthcoming?

Well that would depend on your definition of pertinent, now wouldn't it? You look like one that enjoys a delicately baked pastry, do I miss my mark? she says, stressing the baked portion of the statement. This one has to be Dazzle, judging by the baker's description. None other would carry themselves that way.

Dazzle grinned. Surely she had heard of his encounter with the baker, and thus he concluded that she had been sent by Mangobarl to aid them.

Not in the slightest. The name's Dazzle, as I'm sure you've heard. And you are?

Felicia Goldfeather. she says simply, cocking her head to the side for a moment.

If you two are done flirting can we get on with the business at hand?

Dazzle raised an eyebrow at Felicia to demonstrate a subtle gesture of admiration.

No need to be jealous, Sorgrimm, Dazzle said with a grin. There's plenty of Dazzle to go around for everyone.

Sorgrimm rolls his eyes, "Are you quite through? We have far more important matters at hand."

Balak walks up to Kaylessa's husband, takes his 50 gp thankfully (with a big smile), then looks to Dazzle and says, Sorry, Silvertongue, but I agree with the cleric in this case. He puts his hand into his pocket and feels this driftglobe. I need to get to some arcana expert to here to better appraise this dri...er...my find.

"Don’t mind my friend Sorgrimm. He’s had a rough morning. The name’s Xella. You looking for something specific, or just wanting a nice chat with a bunch of strangers?" She gives Felicia a smile and points toward an empty chair nearby, motioning for her to pull it over and join them.