At the crossroads, everyone makes camp for a quick breakfast and rest. A group of riders approaches and their leader gets off her horse and approaches Sir Dain. Her name is Keyleth Moonshadow and she is a half-elf, with dark skin and long, braided hair. She is also heavily equipped with shining plate armor of intricate design and a halberd as tall as the minotaur and twice as menacing looking. She says her group is heading to Moradins Shrine to quell some disturbances up there. Before they head out, the paladin notices the wrapped body of Ajenta and asks what happened. She casts Raise Dead on the body and whispers a soft prayer, but Ajenta doesn’t come back to life. Instead a soft radiant glow emanates from her body and then disappears quickly. The paladin, at first bewildered at her failure, realizes that Ajenta’s spirit didn’t wish to return and therefore cannot be raised unwillingly. So, Keyleth casts Gentle Repose instead. After this event, she leaves with her companions to the west. Sir Dain and his guard bids the group farewell also and departs southwards on the Gold Road to inform Thuriv Greatbolt what has transpired at the Mines of Vistra.
When everyone leaves, the group gets on their mounts and ride north. They ride at a steady pace with few breaks and reach the path at nightfall. Before they set up camp, they notice flames deep in the woods.
Gnoll News is Good News – Cackling in the center of town is a group of Gnolls fighting over something. The group tries to sneak up. The warlord trips over his own two hooves, almost alerting the gnolls to their presence. The wizard saves them from being found out by using his Ghost Sound to imitate a voice pleading for help in another direction. The avenger’s sharp eyes perceive a group of frightened shifter children cowering below the beasts. Feeling now is the time to strike, the rogue flings a shuriken at a gnoll. This starts the battle with the heroes able to strike first. The fight goes well at first with the group slaying the gnolls quite efficently. After the berserker gnolls are bleeding out, though, the battle starts to turn. The ferocity of the bloodied gnoll’s attack is too much for Creine and Leonitas to bear. Leonitas collapses to the ground, but Finn revives him with a song. Creine heals himself, before he too falls. Very weak and tired, the party finally slays the last gnoll. Much to the chagrin of the group, another band of gnolls challenges them. This is too much for Leonitas, who falls in battle. Creine blindly runs into a group of enemies surrounding his dear friend, Finn, and due to his rashness is also knocked out. Titan has no one to defend him, so as a bloodthristy gnoll approaches him, his magical attacks miss left and right. Finn, failing to slash at his foes a couple of times, decides to flee for his life. Realizing that he can’t just leave his allies to die, he runs to Creine and pours a health potion down his throat to revive him. Luckily Titan grasps the gnoll berserker with his magical giant hand and squeezes the life out of the filthy creature. Finn then revives Leonitas, while the warlord returns to the fight. Finally, the group fells the last gnoll and loots the bodies.
After defeating the gnolls in the camp, Swiftwind lands on Titan’s shoulder and it clearly whispers: “The Gnolls are pushing us further up the cliff. We can not hold out.“ Titan realizes the ritual ‘Animal Messenger’ must have been used on the falcon. They notice firelight from torches going up the cliff nearby. As they ascend the cliff, the group sees the ground littered with both gnoll and shifter corpses. Reaching the top, they immediately notice a robed figure. Leonitas recognizes the robe as the same one from the sewers, but the figure is much larger in build. Huddled at the edge of the cliff is the last remnants of the shifter tribe making a final stand. The mysterious robed figure creates a portal, but before stepping in it casts its gaze at the heroes and their minds are raped. They crumple to the ground in pain and black out for a split second. After they recover the robed one is gone and they are not with their comrades.
Leonitas Brutalaus (MIA) recovers firsts and jumps through the portal after the robed figure.
Creine is standing in a forest, an unarmed man lies at his feet with the mortal wound of the minotaur’s axe in his back testifying to the corpse’s cold-blooded murder. The warlord feels a strong hand clasp onto his shoulder and spins him around. Offock’s eyes gaze at him with disdain. “Is this how I trained you? Is this the honor of the battlefield I showed you those many years ago? What have you become?” Another familier voice interrupts: “Isn’t it simple, that bastard of mine finally feels the bloodlust just like his old man!” Turning around, Creine notices the dead man is gone but his mother’s corpse lies bloodied at the feet of his father whose cold eyes are now fixed upon him. The elder Zephyr draws his giant axe and moves into a battle stance. “A murderer right from birth, I shoulda killed you instead of selling you. Now it’s time to set things right. I brought you ungrateful shit into this world, it’s only right I be the one to fuckin’ end it.” Creine Zephyr now enters combat against his father and his mentor as Offock also draws his weapon.
Finn is bound in shackles on his knees in a stone-wrought room with bars on the windows and Sir Heinrich standing before him and his bodyguard in the corner staring at Finn in the shadows. The rogue starts picking the lock on his chains as the old blighter rambles on and on. “You couldn’t elude me forever, boy. Even sly foxes like yourself, eventually get snuffed out by the hounds. I could have used your talents, but your greedy fingers couldn’t keep idle, could they? Pity, pity, pity…now it’s all over. Yes, it’s time to die you filthy worm. The noose shall fit snugly even around your tiny neck.“ The lock picked at these final words, Finnan finds that his weapons are still in his possession. Sir Heinrich gasps, but composes himself and unsheathes his rapier. “En Garde!” Finnan Keen now square off against his former boss and his guard.
Titan finds himself in a mysterious temple. His vision is somewhat blurry and his head is ringing. An altar with what appears to be a magical artifact on it is about 20 ft away. As the warforged steps toward it, a shadowy figure appears before the altar. The wizard can not make out who or what it is, but it laughs an achingly familiar laugh. It speaks in a muddled voice: “No, no, no…no touching…hahaha…Terrible to come so far and die before getting what you seek. Thank you for finding it for me though…hahaha…ever the naïve one eh, Titan?” The figure is now face to face to him and he realizes that it is his own shadow materialized. It smirks at him, splits in twain, and the shadows start to channel a magical attack…