Characters
- Username:Mackie the Knife
Link: Kriv
Username:Rain Yupa
Link:Jomjom
Username:Dion Necurat
Link: Marek
Username: Arcanist Angus
Link: Adran
Username:Arc Vembris
Link:Makaria
It was years ago when you first heard of it. Whether it was through whispers of a terrible crypt filled with untold treasure and the occasional tale of brave heroes who went off to find its fabled location, only to never return, you are familiar enough with its name. However, you likely never considered it to be someplace you'd actually seek out- that is, not until a few months ago.
Earlier this year, you were each approached by an agent of your current employer and financier. You have never actually met him face to face, but... His coin is real enough, and perhaps that's really all that matters to you. For the past few months, you've been primarily left on your own with a generous allowance from the man who hired you; your only instruction being that you take the next few months to do as you wish- so long as you come when you are inevitably called.
Only days earlier, you received word that the Tomb had finally been found deep in the Witchlight Fens. With only a short amount of time to gather up whatever supplies you might need, you were instructed to then make your way to a small settlement upstream from the Fens and to bring along the enclosed token. There, you were able to meet with the rest of your party, using your identical tokens to identify each other. Along with your fellow party members, you were also joined by a local man who had also been hired to help guide you through the Fens.
In two rowboats, your guide navigated the Fens with a growing unease. As you went further in, the normal sounds of the swamp began to quiet, leaving you in relative silence. Any attempt to talk at all was met with a nervous look around and a motion for quiet from your guide.
Suddenly, you were able to see it- a large hill that rises suddenly out of the murky water. It is enormous, and the more perceptive of your party recognized the hill's strange shape- that of a skull. Your guide brought your boat in to shore and almost anxiously begans to set up his own camp.
"This is as far as I go." He said in a hushed tone."If you get out of there within the next few days, I'll be here... Otherwise, you'll be on your own." The man glanced over you all, as if to take one final look before returning back to work on his campsite.
On the hill, there are a number of suspicious looking mounds of dirt and rubble that may be of interest, though there's a particular part of the hill that attracts the attention of the entire party, save a certain gnome. High on the hill appears to be sprawling ruins that are in somewhat better condition than the others that had been passed on the way up. It seems likely that the entrance to the tomb will be inside or near them.
((Perception roll from everyone please? ))
