You gathered some potential intelligence from the room of Thyran Whiteoak (the human warlock who animated dead in Grolleck’s Grove) and some more mysteries. Who is Silas? Who is the Rat? Who was Thyran really working for? What was Thyran really going to do?
It seems you were deceived by what seems to be Lord Cardor’s were-fox grandmother, but don’t understand why she didn’t cast fireballs and just kill everyone? – One theory was that she was attempting to capture/charm Lord Cardor instead of kill him for some reason. With a word (and some bad saving throws), Gruka (the half-orc wizard) slew the flying witch and her dire fox ran off into the woods.
You ran across a place where a bunch of goblins (without weapons, armor or other equipment) were slain and a pack of wild dogs were picking at them. Lord Dimitri calmed the lead dog, a ranger’s war dog named Fang and took him in. The other dogs then dispersed.
Once you neared the river, the party was split into two parts:
Most of the leaders (PCs) were going to undertake a small mission and would catch up to the other group. The undead slowly lumbering after the half-orc wizard.
The nobles (Lord Cardor and Lady Morrick’s family), the other civilians and the regular troops would make their way through the woods on the north side of the river, led by Lord Rhys ap Colwyn.
After passing a trail of giants and large wolves, you finally came to the lake where Bridgit the Nymph lives. You met with her and found that she has been protecting the Fruitwood Grove. After a short hike, you found the fruitwood grove and a dire bear in the compound. The Lizardman Ranger spotted an elf and the group negotiated with the elves to find the torc. After some convincing, the elves revealed that they had the Torc of the Fruitwood Grove. Only a true lover of nature would be able to claim it. Val, the elven druid, was selected to search for the Torc, which was hidden in a “walking tree”. Only by making it rain could the druid prove that she was worthy.
We’ll pick up the story as a bird chatters frantically to the druid and the elves begin quickly packing up and moving into the trees. It seems that something is coming that is making the elves concerned…
I’m anticipating more combat in the next session, hopefully followed by an opportunity for the group to spend a little time in Ravonnar – a friendly city in the Kingdom of Keoland.