It seems a daunting task, to storm an entire barracks overrun with orcs and who knows what else.

Crawl in and slit throats or storm the gates? Either choice is risky.

Your calculations are wiped clean from the slate as the sound of war horns to the North grow louder. The affairs of state are quickly escalating out of the scope of novice adventurers like yourself. The liberation of the Braunstein now falls to the generals.

Brother Brodd and Lady Starshell confer. Based on the orders they were given at the start of their mission, they have completed the first goal, not just finding the Baron's daughter but finding her alive. For that they are sure to be amply rewarded.

It is time. Some of you who were not at the beginning may wish to go separate ways, content enough in a job well done. And Regdoc has order a plaque for that chair back at the Sword & Board.



[5XP for everyone still with us at this point. Let your PCs speak up if they plan to continue on for another adventure here or ride off into the sunset...]
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Pock chuckled, a bit nervously. "I'm not sure the illusion would have gone in our favor anyways! Well, what's next?"

In reply to Pock Oneshoe (msg # 2):

"Well, it looks like we may not have to attack the barracks, the army is here and the orcs will not be celebrating with drink for some time. Should we get Lady Starshell back to her father now? Or do we advance to the keep and search for the signet ring first?"
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“I haven’t traveled with such honorable company. If it please those here I will continue where you lead. Would it not be more prudent to escort Lady Starshell back, I would rather bring her father good news, then bring him bad news because we thought the signet ring important.”

I killed the creature that killed my family thanks to you. I’ll continue. I don’t have else to do before the maker takes me.

"Well, that's a...grim way to phrase it, Dwarghar." Not that Pock could blame him--not that Pock was complaining. Dwarghar was a steady traveling companion, with strength to spare.

Durek stares at the banners floating in the distance and the buzzards circling overhead, then back to the party.

"Your mission was not mine to start with, but I am proud to have assisted. The floods have pushed the orcs up the mountains, where the armies of men can trap them ans slay them. Every orc I kill is another blessing laid upon me by the Maker."

He grasps Dwarghar's arm firmly.

"Raise a glass of ale to me, brother."

He slowly lets go, then turns towards the sound of battle. He slides the crossed axes from his back into his hands, and trods north, singing a Dwarven battle hymn along the way.

Gorn kneels and picks a handful of grass, scrutinizing it for a moment. He then suddenly drops it, wipes his clothes and looks at the distance, as if he remembered something.

"Well, I follow you with no hesitations, I am certain we have more to accomplish together. Let's find this out."

"The homecoming is the final act of any great adventure, the recognition of heroes! The feasting! The paparazzi and pomp and the percussion of plenty of preponderant... uh... coin!" The bard was perhaps more enthusiastic now than he head been for much of this outing, and finding words for currency that began with 'P' was difficult. He was ready to get back.

Regdoc watched the dwarf go, headed to war perhaps. His feet shuffled uncertainly as his gnarled hand stroked the head and ears of his trusted pack-hound, Chomper.

"We've got some miles left in us haven't we? C'mon then pie-stealer, let's go back and perhaps we'll get a meal or two for our troubles..."

Turning to the group, the Seeker decreed, "The Road goes ever Onward, our return will be but a pause in my Journey. There is more to see, more to discover, more to survive... Chomper and I shall return with our rescued Lady, but when the reward is spent and the feasting has come to an end, let us take up our packs once more and Journey Onward..."