Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
Your party set forth from Bloodscale territory a sennight ago, and for the past two days you have been climbing higher into the mountains. Last night was spent in a ruined tower -- once the stronghold of a too confident human baron. As the sun sets, turning the western sky from rose pink to pearl gray, you gather your personal gear. Now climbing the steep slope to the north of the ruined tower, you wind your way through a dense growth of trees and undergrowth. There, across a field and beyond a rocky rise, you see a strange portal amidst several large rocks.