Oh well time for the lets play, still room for a wizard if anyone is interested?

5 Wagons grope blindly for the path on a starless night, the caravan master glancing ever upward to the skies for assurance that he is on the right course, a dim lantern his only protection against the encroaching darkness. But the skies bring no comfort, shining no light and betraying no hint of what they know.
The caravan carries would be settlers hoping to find a new life in the frontier hamlet of Gilded Vale where a local lord has offered land and wealth to anyone looking for a fresh start. With nowhere left to run I had decided to sign on as a guard hoping to escape the authorities who sunk my ship and chased me out of the Deadfire Archipelago and find a new life outside their reach, my trusty companion Bosco the boar by my side.
The road to Gilded Vale had been long and hard and not made any easier by the 2 week old roast orlan trying to claw it's way out of my gut through one end or the other, suddenly the stomach cramps become too much to bear and another traveler is forced to signal the caravan master to stop on my behalf. The caravan master pulls up just in time to avoid plowing into the trunk of a fallen tree that bars the way ahead. Looks like the caravan will go no further tonight.

Caravan Master Odema - "Everybody stays close to the wagons got it? Stay outta the woods and beasts take you if you were planning a stroll through those ruins over there"
He nods toward a looming black mass on the hillside
Caravan Master Odema - "Whole area is crawling with hut dwelling types who'd be happy to stick an axe in ya for tresspassing. So mind you don't track mud over their sacred blazing rocks."
Caravan Master Odema - "Tonight everyone stays put and we will get the path cleared in the morning, Gilded Vale is less than a day out. Understood?"
At last the caravan master turns to me, frowning as he looks me over.
Caravan Master Odema - "Upset stomach eh? Don't worry there's some berries round these parts that when brewed into a tea calms the insides. I'll assign somebody to fetch you some water but in the meantime take Calisca with ya and see if you cant scrounge up a couple of them berries"
The caravan master then calls over a sturdy armour clad woman and asks her to assist me in my quest to find some berries

Calisca - "C'mon, lets go get those berries before you keel over"
And with that Calisca and I set out on our epic quest to retrieve some berries. It is not long before we find what we are looking for, but before we have a chance to claim what is rightfully ours the Young Wolf dives out of the shadows


Young Wolf - "Rawr, I'm gonna bite ya leg, then I gonna bites ya some more"
After feathering the young wolf with a couple of arrows he slumps to the ground slowly bleeding out with his wounds being too much to bear, triumphantly I stand over the young wolf and bring my blade to his throat.

B.A. Broska - "The Lannisters send their regards"
With one quick motion I jerk the blade up as a crimson fountain gushes from the gash in the wolf's throat, with the messy business behind us Calisca and I claim our prize from the berry bush. With our pockets full of delicious berries Calisca suggests we go check on Sparfel and see how the water collection was going, since I had nothing better to do I decide we might as well.
On reaching the stream we notice that Sparfel is nowhere to be found, the waterskins left just sitting in a pile near the river.

With Sparfel being the selfish pig that he is and letting the whole caravan down it now falls to us to refill the caravan's water supply, however as we set down to work Sparfel suddenly comes staggering out of the woods.


Calisca - "AMBUSH!"

Working as a team Calisca quickly dispatches the club weilding barbarian while Bosco and I take down the one with the bow.

Calisca - "C'mon we need to get back to camp"
The scene we are greeted to as we return to camp however is a slaughter, former caravan members lay dead and bloodied with their faces buried in the muck


Heodan - "Please don't do anything rash, I would like to escape this place with my head still attached to my shoulders if possible"

B.A. Broska - "Do your worst barbarian, Heodan isn't afraid of you!"

Heodan - "Oh bloody he-"

The Barbarians seem to be mostly show however and fall rather easily after being peppered with a few arrows. The Glanfathan Leader himself lay supine on the ground, unable to rise, his companions now silent among the other dead. His breath comes in wheezing, fitful gasps. As he looks to the sky he mutters his final words.
Glanfathan Leader - "forgive us"
Barely audible beneath his choked sighs a whisper of wind stirs the air. At this the man closes his eyes and a queer smile crosses his face
Glanfathan Leader - "Good, good, the gods are just, I am ready"
The wind begins to swell, whipping around the camp, electric and volatile, upending pots and rattling tents like an angry spirit. Suddenly it feels as if the wind is seeping beneath my skin and almost feels as if it is rending me apart from within.
Sitting against a wagon wheel amidst the howling maelstrom, slashed across his chest and bowel, Odema's body stirs, and with great effort he raises his sagging head, his eyes barely open
Caravan Master Odema - "Get Inside! RUN!"

Calisca, Bosco and I make a mad dash for the ruin entrance, Heodan who somehow managed to survive his wounds tries to run as well but is tackled to the ground by a Barbarian who was only feigning death.
Heodan - "HELP! Please Help Me! I Don't Want to die here as some sweaty barbarian's ******!"
Notching an arrow in my bow I draw and let loose aiming for Heodan, unfortunately my aim is a little off.

Unfortunately Heodan manages to regain his grip and pull himself up, the 4 of us quickly take shelter in the ruins to escape the storm