After taking a vote like a good democratic evil party, The Forsaken decide not to attack the elves in the inn, and the night otherwise passes without incident. During our midnight sendings, Tim informs Valak that elves have been sighted outside The Horn. He explains that they didn’t look particularly aggressive, and were not taking pains to hide their presence. The following midday, our caravan arrives at the designated meeting point. We converse with the caravan master, the drovers rest, and soon we are off, taking the path to the Horn.
We continue on without molestation, and make camp for the night. Tim’s midnight message indicates that there are no more than five elves at a time, and they seem more like scouts than a war party. We continue on in the morning, and as we travel, we see an elf in the middle of the road. He looks like a scout, and doesn’t engage us. He tells us to turn back or we will all die. He says that this is the trail of death. We continue on undeterred, and trade some verbal barbs. Finally he says, “So be it,” and begins to walk away. Amadeus prepares to firebolt him, but the elf moves past a stump and seems to disappear. Nothing else happens during the day, and night arrives. It passes uneventfully, and we continue on for the third day. During our travel, the forest becomes unnaturally quiet, and the guards become restless. We try to convince them to continue on through the night, but the weak-ass drover captain tells us the animals won’t have it. So we resolve to circle the wagons and defend ourselves from the sudden but inevitable ambush.
The adventures of the party as recorded by the Chronicler
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