Its time to get the stage set for the raid. The sabotage mission is a go- let's do this!
The night was still. Silent. Grorr's warband had been there for a night already. After they had helped escort their supply caravan out of the Witchwood, there was little doubt about their loyalty to staying peacful and respectful. Still, defenses were high. The sabotoge had been growing higher in quantity as the nights went on. Evangeline had tried to warn the guards, but they refused to believe that these small incidents were building up to anything bigger than what was happening. Nobody even gave her thoughts of an enemy camp being nearby any entertainment. Tonight, however, she was going to recruit some people she knew would be willing to help her.
"Once the torches are lit, the ground spins and contorts, opening up to reveal a large slide like contraption. The party, as well as the guts and lifeforce are drained from the chamber, falling into an even biggger pool of blood. This pool is more like a lake; very deep and swimming with Horrorpods. The quasi riverbank - the stone area in which the blood has not risen beyond - isn't too far from where they've fallen. They have to escape the pool before the Horrorpods can grasp them in their terror. If they are forced to engage, the players find themselves at a severe disadvantage."
As the party returns back to Grorr to report of the Hag's Den,they discover that Grorr is ready to push forward. They hit the path that brings them to a small mercenary encampment from Ona Lenora. The camp belongs to the Brotherhood of the Thorn, and though they're on guard, they aren't hostile. The warband travels on, admiring some of the views and landmarks of the Witchwood. The sailing is smoothe until they come across a temple that is shrouded in corruption. Grorr elects to go in and clear out the evil influence. Nobody knows what horrors could possibly be lurking inside.
Grorr follows up on her promise to allow Loogie to drop Miro off at their home. She sends Ramsteed and one of her captains with the two of them in order to keep them safe and to help escort them back. They meet a new friend under a strange set of circumstances. When the small group returns, the war band presses forward. They come across an apple orchard that is a lot more than it appears.
The Bugbear huffs and puffs through his muzzle. His beady black eyes bounce between the three men. He doesn't seem to understand what's being said or what's happening in front of him. His unlocked primal instincts have rendered his language skills completely barred. There is no possible way he could understand even simple Goblin speak. He's seen more conversations in this tent than he had ever been part of. "You are property of the Free Heathens. You are little more than glorified slaves to the crown." Onkal spoke with malice dripping from his maw. His voice came from the highest of mountains, talking down to the gawkers below.