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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4095610" data-attributes="member: 3285">Herald of the Yellow King - Part 1a: Derek’s HoldingThe trip to Derek’s Holding took about two hours of travel.  Snow began falling steadily and the weather worsened as they got closer to the village. It was a cold and uncomfortable trip, even on horseback.Derek’s Holding was a collection of about twenty modest dwellings.  The homes had thatch roofs, stone walls, and dirt floors.  Snow-covered fields surrounded the village and a well was at its center.“That’s strange,” said Ilmarė.“What?” asked Vlad.“There’s no smoke coming from any of the houses.  Not a single fire in the village is lit.”“Oh well, I guess no one’s home,” said Kham.  “Can we leave now?”“I see someone.” Vlad leaned forward on his horse. He blinked. “Is that…Dril?”Nauris Drilian, swathed in but a brown cloak with a flintlock rifle strapped across his back, stumped his way through the snow over to their mounts.  “Well, I didn’t expect to find you here.”“That’s an understatement,” said Vlad. “What are you doing here?”“Tracking Cael Greybeard.”  Dril looked over his shoulder at the eerily quiet village.  “He lives in this village.”“We know,” said Ilmarė.  “Vlad’s trying to deliver an apology to him.”Dril arched an eyebrow.  “I’m after him for a different reason. When that fireworks display went off in Freeport, Cael was on stage.  It was touted as his last performance.  All the performers on stage were facing Milton’s Folly when the lighthouse projected the Yellow Sign on the clouds.  The audience had its back to it.”“So you’re tracking down some old guy because of his performance?” Kham dismounted and tied his horse to a nearby tree.  “You’re a tough critic.”Dril shook his head.  Snow fell off of the hood of his cloak.  “All the performers on stage who were witness to the Yellow Sign’s manifestation in the sky slowly went mad.  Some committed suicide.  Others…” he looked sideways and Dril’s voice became a whisper, “I had to take care of personally.  Cael’s the last of them; he slipped my grasp and took a ship out of Freeport before I could stop him.”Vlad smacked one fist into an open palm. “I knew that Yig symbol wouldn’t fix everything!”“Where are you going, Kham?” asked Ilmarė. Kham had walked ahem of them into the village. “I see an open hut in the middle of the village.  You three can argue about Yig and the Other Guy all day, I’m going to try to find shelter before this snowstorm gets worse.” “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” Dril said to Kham’s back, but he was out of earshot.“What’s in there?” asked Vlad.Kham’s curse brought them running.</blockquote>

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