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(CSRHoD) Creamsteak's Red Hand of Doom II [IC]

With a resigned sigh and a wistful look at his spellbook, Larian nods. You're right, Avril, he says. As much as further preparations increase our chance of success, the most important task is gaining intelligence on the Red Hand's activities. We shall head back to Brindol in the morning.
 

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Pender frowns. "I had hoped to spend some time among the swamp folk and learn a thing or two from them. I suppose it cannot be helped. My offer to the Commander stands, however brief a time I may serve him."
 

"You're good with a horse, right Knight? Well then, let's see if you can handle something a little bit more difficult."

Killiar will offer to train Pender in Owl Riding during the day, supposing the group is staying the night at the village.

"The rest of you may want to take advantage of your respite. I suggest you ask one of the elders regarding this 'Ghost-Lord' if you want to know anything. I doubt anyone knows much, but we are long-lived compared to most of you."
 

I thank you for the advice, Commander Arrowswift, Larian responds. I will make sure to seek such information as may be found here. He turns and heads to where the group met with Sellyria Starsinger, hoping to find her again.
 

Sellyria Starsinger's home is fairly easy to locate (what with it being next to the pond with the huge crocodile).

"So, Larian, did you find everything you were looking for in fallen Rhest?"
 

"You are most generous, Commander. I have never felt the joy of flight."

Pender will spend the day learning to fly, and in exchange will help out with any 'grunt work' that may be required of the Elves.
 

Larian smiles warmly and bows slightly to the venerable druid. Aye, Lady Starsinger. That and much more. We defeated the dragon, a vile necromantic creation, and we discovered the reason for its presence in your swamp. It seems they were breeding a magic-spawned breed of servitors for their army. My hope is that we have made a significant dent in their plans, but I fear we have discovered a new threat.
We discovered a tie between the Red Hand and a creature known as the Ghostlord. We don't fully know what this being is, but it would appear that the goblins are forcing it into battles with threats. We hope to release it from this, so that it will not support their cause. Do you know aught of the creature? Any advance information that we have would be a blessing.
 

"Ghost Lord? I've heard that name before... a long long time ago. Before this swamp existed, in fact. The title was what the humans called the wastelander's arch-druid after the war."

She looks around her room for something, eventually finding a preserved lion's paw.

"I was not there to witness the fighting, we elves stayed out of Rhests business. The people of Rhestilor tried to annex the wastelands, and the wasterlanders fought back. The wastelanders made it all the way to the capital, and with their army of lions and men, they destroyed and conquered. My understanding is that while Rhest failed to annex the lands, they did manage to drive the wastelanders back eventually."

"But that was the beginning of a downward spiral for the kingdom of Rhestilor. The Ghost Lord did everything he needed to do to doom the kingdom. In the end, Rhest would fall."

"If the hobgoblins have enlisted the aid of the Ghosts of the Wastes, then Brindol may be in more dire circumstances than I had initially thought. I would be careful what you risk, while I never was involved in that war, I heard horrible stories about ghosts that wander the wastelands"
 

The elven encampment is quiet during the night and time passes fairly uneventfully. When everyone wakes the next morning, their mounts have been resupplied and are waiting in the middle of the camp.
 

Tyrla slept but little, though she felt far safer here than she would have elsewhere. When morning arrived, she was one of the first to gather near the horses. "I don't suppose anyone knows the best- and least swampy route to Brindol," she asked once everyone was together.
 

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