Prologue: Troubles at Red Larch.

The party gathers into their formation and enters the cave. The cave's floor seems relatively smooth for what appears to be a naturally formed cave. The cave's corridor is about 8-10 feet wide and 20 feet high, in a gradual slope downwards. The party can see that it opens up into a small cavern. There is a lit torch on a sconce of wrought iron on the other side of the cavern next to which you can see a small pathway. There's a tiny strea of water to the left side of the cavern.

As the party approaches the end of the corridor into the cavern, they notice a pair of faint shadows wavering in the cavern floor off to the right - it clearly looks like two humanoids behind a low wall waiting. They grip their weapons ready as they enter the cavern.

Midnight sneaks around the corner and summons a putrid green bubble that she blows like a kiss to the bandits behind the wall. She giggles quietly, which echoes in the cave creepily.

MIdnight nimbly pass between Keavans leg to get ahead into the cavern and begin her incantation while moving her hands in semi-circular motion. Between her hand a sickly green smokey orb materialized. She pushes her hands forward launching the orb aiming in between the two bandits. But, in her haste she miscalculates and the orb bursts a bit earlier than expected, the acid barely reaching the two bandits. The bandit to the left easily dodges the acid splash, but the one on the right isn't so lucky and a small bit splashes onto his left arm giving him a minor acid burn.

As if on cue, as the orb of acid bursts, Falka charges ahead with determined look in her face. She leaps onto the wall on her right foot and in a single motion springs off the top and brings down the glaive onto the hapless bandit (bandit to the right), striking a solid blow between his shoulder and neck. Pushing off the bandit's abdomen, Falka pulls the glaive off leaving behind a sizeable deep gash - blood pouring out like a grotesque fountain. The bandit's eyes widen. He drops his crossbow going for the scimitar but, his body would not listen. He puts his other hand on the wound - as if to stem the flow of blood now soaking the entire leftside of his body. His eyes blink - body twitches - involuntarily, and soon fall to the ground with last vestige of his life leaving him.