Brinton The Cleric
Ignus The Immolator
Knuckle The Fighter
Taeros The Druid
NPC – Kibilnarg the dwarven forgemaster
Place – The Tranquil Glade
Bestiary – Hill Giants, Spectre, Spirit Ravens
After a hard night drinking, the party wandered out into the Greybark Forest in the middle of the night. They had all wagered that Knuckle could punch an undead elf, and stood to earn 50 coin a piece.
Taeros took the lead, with spirit ravens leading him to meet The Mother of Graves, who would surely know of an undead elf. On the way, the group was surprised by a crew of drunken hill giants intent on eating them.
After ferocious combat, Brinton found himself broken and dying, and called upon his divine powers. His attempts at healing himself were mediocre, and attracted a horde of Dire Bats, which saw him as an easy meal and set to him.
Taeros transformed into a dire Tundra wolf, and called upon the Dire Wolves of the nearby forest to come to their aide. Their howling set the bats on edge, and Ignus laid into them with flaming death. They fled, leaving Brinton on the verge of death; but not before one snagged Knuckle and took him off for a private meal.
Knuckle was carried a short way before punching his way to freedom, and being dropped among the responding wolves. When his diplomacy failed, Taeros was able to smooth things over, and offered the wolves the hill giatns’ remains.
While Brinton confucted last rites on the giants, Taeros saw the spirit of Elondra in his Grave Shield, and upon realizing she was about, resumed his corvid form and opened himself to the secrets of the spirits. He spoke with Elondra, and upon realizing this Brinton called out to her (establishing that she is indeed The Mother of Graves).
Elondra agreed to guide them to a nearby restless elf, that they may bring him peace. Knuckle bristled at doing the work of the gods, but had punching on his mind.
The group arrived at the Tranquil Glade, and discovered it haunted by the spectre of an elven archer. As they approached, the very terrain rose against them. Knuckle and Taeros were able to rush across and destroy him, while Brinton held him at bay with the power of The Mother of Graves. This power also provoked three zombies, an elven woman and two elven adolescents, who had been zombies some several years. Ignus brought the hell fires down on the glade, and held them at bay while Brinton entered the cabin.
While Knuckle and Taeros turned their backs on the destruction of the remains of the helpless, Brinton dispatched them with cold, mercenary mercy before re-interring them in the graves from which they had risen. Ignus fed the glade to his flames.
Brinton tool one more moment with the remains of the spectre, in an attempt to learn how he had arisen. He learned the man and his family loved their little glade, until a dread disease took his wife and children. In his despair, he took his own life. He was surprised to rise once more, and through his grief and shock, heard the scratching from the graves of his beloved ones. He freed them from the earth, to find them mindless, and ravenous.
He locked them in the cabin, and waited. And waited. And hated….