Chapter 4 - Session 16

Our heroes all reunited standing along the grassy edge of the Sage Falls. Fyrn, stepping her way past the trees, finds Diana, Nite, Vlaliskia, and their new friend Lynlyn the goblin. They have all returned from the land of the dead and walk amongst the living again.

Joyful musings and tales of each other’s journey fill the air with the smell of dinner roasting by the fire as they all catch up.

When the food and fire start to wane, everyone tucks in for the night in glee of being brought back together. In her deep slumber Vlaliskia begins to dream. Another dream where she is not herself, but towering in build and covered in scales of platinum.

Vlaliskia feels as if she is recounting an ancient memory, one where a young gold dragon is inquiring her for life advice. Although she has never seen this dragon she felt deep down a sense of familiarity and kinship.

Awakening to the sun beaming on their faces, those who have seen the other world rejoice in these small moments and the simple pleasures of what it means to be alive.

Fyrn stands at the group with the imperative of reaching the capital city of Westvale. Although Fyrn has taken down the General Dumag Hackhand, she knows that this won’t stop the orc army for long. Warning the largest province on this half of the continent of the incoming dangers may be their best chance of securing a safe future.

They set off for several days of travel crossing the vast lands of Athaval Fields. Sweeping  acres of golden grains and rising mesas criss-cross the landscape. Herds of large fauna graze as day slowly turns towards night.

Twinkling in the near distance, torches light up the evening sky highlighting the big top tents of a circus alive with performers and amusement.

Perhaps a night of merriment and laughter is just what our heroes need.