Location: courtyard
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You stand before the ruined keep, which squats atop a low, craggy
hill, its walls of toppled stone and massive granite blocks hinting at
forgotten battles and the clash of mighty armies. Now the ruins seem
host only to creeping vines and the foul miasma that drifts down
from the keep.
The air is overrun with pestilence. Fat flies bite at you incessantly,
and clouds of small black insects choke your every breath. The long-
abandoned land is strangled with thorny vines that drape the sickly
trees and hang from the ruined walls. There is an odor of rot and
decay, as if the hill itself were decomposing from within.
A sight gives you pause: a ragged banner, depicting a crimson skull
on a black field, stands high atop the ruined walls. Whatever lurks
within has terrorized you and your village for far too long.
You turn to your companions and ready your meager weapons. The
time for retribution has come.
Yet another quarter passed through the portcullis. They were prepared, if not eager, to follow those who had gone before them, three of the four lost in their own speculation as to what had happened to all to preceded them.
"Why are we standing around?" asked Grendel Starforge loudly. The dwarf didn't care who had come before him or what had happened to them. He was here to make a name for himself, to claim his destiny, and most of all to pocket some coin.
"Hush!" admonished the figure who stood just behind Grendel. This one had short hair and a slim build, standing perhaps 5'1" in height. Something about this place made Ash want to keep quiet.
The other two, a man carrying a short bow and a solidly-built woman with red hair and green eyes, kept their own counsel, but surveyed the area, looking for the someone they had been told would guide them to where their predecessors had ventured.
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