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Note: This adventure comes from the module “Scepter Tower of Spellgard” by David Noonan and Greg A. Vaughan.

Discuss recent events with Himion and Badis. Head to Spellgard. Meet Allendi, the master of the “Monastery of the Precipice”. He tells them of the history of Spellgard – including the "The Analects of Kuryon".

After hearing from Allendi that the Hobbit clan Darano had, to a man, disappeared, Imbo convinces the party to visit their campsite to pay their respects (and possibly investigate their disappearance). Allendi also mentions that “something” has moved in to the northern ramparts.

On the way, the party are ambushed by a pack of Kobolds – who put up a good fight, but go down in the end (with only one escaping into an underground tunnel).

When Imbo reaches the campsite of the Darano, he says that they must have numbered in the tens; the camp was in shambles, but not as if there had been a huge fight or flight from there. Taking in the scene, Imbo's jaw tightens, but his eyes soften. He tosses a handful of grass into the air, and drops to his knees, and begins what you assume is a rite for the dead. It turns out to be a poem, and all who listen are entranced.¹⁾

Prayer for the lost
Imbo Grassfeather, Op. 1

When your soul slips into the formless grey
whisper Her name and follow the light
feel the love and feel the warmth
of Avandra's smile

Kegs never empty, dancers never tire
the hunters find prey in the hills
Just beyond, a city fair
with roofs, and shadows and Marks

She shall give you what no eye has seen, what no ear has heard
what no hand has touched and what has not come to be
simply know that joy exists
Under Avandra's grace²⁾

[Imbo stands and whispers “All speed – save me a flagon of stout”]

He turns to the group: “Many have died, but not all – that path (he points to a cleared path that seems to lead towards the ramparts) is our route. Are we ready?

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