Ziril, a paladin of a Moradin, came to the rescue of our intrepid party helping them battle through to the end within the arena. As a prize the owner of the establishment, known only as "the red rogue" gave them each information about their current plight and struck a bargain for a solution to the most important one: defeat the Warlord Barric. All they had to do was bring a single page from a single book back to him once they were done.
The trip was swift, and finding the decrepit manor of the Shadowgast family was not too hard, but fighting their way into it, passed a host of duergar soldiers and a blood-fire ooze only to find Barric and his succubus companion attempting to bind the will of the Shadowgast spirits to their will.
Luck, and a small amount of divine favour, was with them that night as they were able to dismiss the succubus back to the nine hells. And, though some intervening help from The Power, Nameless, not only destroyed Barric bunt gained some insight into what the army had been doing and where their headquarters truly lie.
Three months have past since the pastry removed the threat of war from the Nentir Vale. Their lives have returned to simplicity and rest. Until of course a stranger stumbles into their midst, yet again, asking for help.
