YS's Red Hand of Doom

"I'll take those two hours, I'm sure our illustrious hedge wizard could use his beauty sleep." Coyo chuckles as he prepares camp for the night, tending the fire and laying out his own bedroll.
 

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"Of course, I don't need beauty sleep. Look at me. I'll take it, however," Gastarn says with a smirk. Hedge wizard? Ha! Maybe I should toss a fireball at them while they sleep... He chuckles to himself as he sets up his bedroll.
 

The night passes uneventfully and everyone gets a good sleep though images of hobgoblins and giant wasps plague your dreams. After a quick warm breakfast you head off into the forest following Jorr as he cuts a trail. It is going to be another hot day but you are thankful for the shade provided by the trees.

Around noon you start to encounter more hilly terrain and after slogging up a steep ridge you see looming out of the shadowy woods, a haunting sight, a ruined keep. The old castle sits on a small rocky hillock, and you can catch glimpses of a broken tower between the trees.

Jorr turns to you and whispers. "That's Vraath Keep. There is a foot path on the other side that leads from the Dawn Way up to the Keep. We could climb the hill from this side or go around and go up the path. Which will it be?"
 

Vrogor studies the scene before the group for several minutes. Then he turns to his companions."Climb hill? Path might be watched."
 

"Sometimes friend Vrogor, it surprises me that you ever had a hard time spelling. The hill it is, although we will be at the disadvantage if engaged. Perhaps our illustrious mage will show us what that new spell of his will do." Coyo grins at Gastarn, egging him on was always fun, for good or bad.
 


"Oh, I'll show you all right," Gastarn grumbles. Visions of his companions on fire running and screaming danced through the mage's head. "Let's climb the damn hill."
 

Vrogor takes the lead, climbing the rocky hill tirelessly, his powerful legs making the climb seem as mere child's play. As he nears the ruins, he draws his greatsword and keeps it ready, his eyes darting about for any sign of enemy.
 

Enala nods, having been quiet most of the day until now. "I don't see why the path wouldn't be a stupid idea. The point of this was to be discreet, of course we would take the hill."

She follows Vrogor, unsheathing her swords when he readies his weapon.
 


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