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The webcomic goblins had a couple nice odd items. Armor that changes color to whatever color you've last spoken. A sword that any time you let it go future you grabs it from across time and space from whenever you're next going to draw it so there's odd instances of hearing/seeing future events...

The masks are slightly difficult to remove as they seem to have been sewn onto the creatures heads. It looks like their skin there has been peeled off, and the muscles that are left were sewn into horrified expressions. Also waiting for reactions from the rest of the cast.

In this setting not quite like that. At absolute best there are fables or old occult tomes that talk about such things, but you've never seen this. This isn't something people believe is real. Your character can turn them, but I imagine that's more along the lines of the priest raising his cross...

Alright, wolves and druid maul a dude. Carradoc's spell hits. In a confusing sight, apparently the two that escaped to the left have commandeered your skiff and float on it north. The two spellcasters move through the door, one opening it the other closing it. The party does notice that they...

Roco makes his way to the inn to purchase a nights rest. He seems mostly harmless during your travels, and he is a moderately talented singer it seems. He also seems to write when given time, though he does not seem to open as to show you what he's putting together. He says he intends to leave...

He seemed insistent that he keeps going the way he's going. I took it that the party accompanied him since they were going the same way. Gul finds that the people in this small settlement are a bit friendly, but they confirm that they have been having a problem. "Trolls from the Evermoors are...

The spoony bard joins the party for the time being. Eventually you arrive at Calling Horns. Calling Horns was nothing more than a trailside inn until a few years ago, when Tamalin Zoar bought the establishment and retired here. Using her hard-won wealth and influence, she attracted settlers...

Finally the thing falls. You've never seen anything like this before, but you have read stories of people animating the dead and binding them to their will.

Will update after I see any reactions from the other two party members.

"A cave? I assure you not. I'm afraid I need to make time. A performance to see, and I'm not quite sure when it starts."

Kilvo's cannon shreds into the thing, yet it lives. Half its head blasted to oblivion, and the thing still walks.

The blade is clean, well cared for. There is a bit of battle damage though, like it has been used before and isn't just a pretty showpiece.

Boros feels validated by the attention he's given, which he unconsciously interprets as praise. "Should sufficient compensation be offered, I am more than glad to help. I have a certain predisposition against fanatics." Mentally Boros looks at the group and simply assumes the dragonborn and...

"I... I've just been sleeping a lot sir. I don't know what you think happened, or what you're trying to make me think happened, but I'm not involved." You think this person may very well have been under the effect of some kind of mind-altering magic.

Heroism is cast and Raghnal fels the other creature when it attacks. The only remaining creature is now by Thael and misses. Parties turn.

I think Esarkess still has an action.

The character looks on a bit terrified, "You seem nice enough, miss. You don't imagine I had anything to do with such a thing? This isn't some lark you're on about? Not some kind of trick to make a fool out of some kind of weary traveler?" He permits you to look at his rapier. Perception or...

The character does seem unusually sweaty and stressed out about this encounter.