It was just supposed to be a chill escort job to Daggerford. Instead, I woke up without the caravan or my gear in a heavy fog. The sole souls with me were the strangers from last night’s fire.
- Sekhmet, a quiet Tabaxi with sticky fingers, who wanted to take anything not nailed down.
- Elthra, a high elf wizard, who throws fire around way too casually.
- Sir Terry, a strong barbarian who acts dumb, but looks stunning in a tophat.
We wandered through the dense fog till we found a manor and some scared kids, Rose and her little brother Thorn. She said a monster was fighting their parents in the basement, so we went in to help. We helped ourselves to some of their gear inside the house. Couldn’t find the basement, so we went up to the 3rd floor nursery to find the baby.
This place just feels wrong, something ain’t right here. The first two floors were cleaner than I’ve ever seen a house, and the third was dustier than I’ve ever seen a house. In the library we found a hidden room with a dead guy, some perverted necromancy books, and an ominous letter from some guy called Starhad.
If the parents are doing necromancy, might have to put them down right after the monster. Shortly after we hit the dusty 3rd floor, a suit of black armor jumped us and started throwing hands at Terry.