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The Fimbul winter has arrived,
...And soon the world will cease to be.

The story thus far...

As the party rests from their recent battle this evening, and to sample the spoils of battle, they pause to reflect on the course of recent events.

After chasing rumors of orcs who were organizing under the leadership of men in at least three distinct but allied bands, they find that entire villages are being pressed into service for some kind of coming skirmish.

After rescuing Raelith, the party decides the best course of action is to head off any orcs that may have escaped that knew of the whereabouts of the Rods of Kadriel. Raelith, despite his many years of study, seems a little lost at the eleventh hour.

The party finally catches up to Ghorul and his men, and finds Raelith with them. However, is the wizard a captive of this gang, or helping them?

The party decides to go after Raelith's abductors and prevent the Rods of Kadriel (whatever those are) from falling into the wrong hands. They set out on their trail in hopes of rescue, and to maybe find out what's going on with the recent Orc threat.

Being chased by a search party of pressgang bullies and mercenaries isn't a great way to live. Sometimes, the best thing to do is it to turn around and hit back.

After some much needed help from a local dryad, the party heads south. Shortly, they find themselves (quite literally) at a crossroads, not sure which way to go.

November 10, 498

Five strangers meet in a tavern in the village of Brechin called the Brave Gargoyle, and learn of many things going on in what, on the surface, appears to be a sleepy mining supply town.