A subtle and ancient curse of great potency and malignancy lurks within Gloamhold’s gloomy, dust-shrouded halls. Curiously, it seems only those who dwell in the world of men—humans, elves, dwarves and the like—fall prey to its malign influence. Those accustomed to living underground in the permanent dark of the ancient fortress’s ebon reaches appear immune to its effect.
At the end of last session, we left our heroes awaiting the onslaught of a large, angry wyvern. However, Ariquis had stepped forward and shouted in Draconic that he wished to parley.
At the end of last session, we left our heroes in a perilous spot. Two of their number had fallen to the depredations of the wyverns nesting in the Black Keep and the situation seemed grim.
At the end of last session, our heroes were in dire peril, battling two rot grub swarms and three hungry wyverns!
At the end of last session, we left our heroes resting in the Therassic Spire and plotting their next move…