Oh shush you.
The party sets up camp, Saucix only speaking to volunteer for watch. The night settles in, a small meal of hardtack consumed. A small fire, burning down, emits a few strands of smoke. Cerrel and Tyrden eventually retire to their bedroll, waking Saucix, who meditates for the duration. As the faint shadow of the moon rises to it's peak, he goes to wake Jezebel.
A string of curses echo through the night. Looking up, a shape appears in the darkness, his hastened footfall sounding out. You can hear heavy panting as the shape lumbers towards you, coming into the light and spinning around, wielding a large axe. It's a dwarf, his eyes wide and bruises all over the body. "Wake! Wake! They come! Wake!"
RedShirt: Grimh, Dwarven Warrior
Abilities: Beserker [Double damage on a 6]
Gear: Battleaxe, 15 gold, Health Potion
Several shapes hove into view, and the faint echo of unholy snarling echos in your ears. Which makes the mages of the party notice that the buzzing is gone.
Crossroads: Tyrden, Cerrel, Jezebel, Amulf, Saucix, Grimh
Present: Copse of Trees
Paths: North, Northeast, South, West