We all received a mysterious message from R, indicating that someone benevolent or otherwise was keeping an eye out for our actions near the vale. We set out toward Witchcross hoping to make some headway in discovering the goings on with the mysterious hooded figures seen nearby.
We heard from Lt. Greystone that forces near the fort were spread thin, and offered to stake out the clearing in hopes of catching the hooded figures in their nightly jaunts.
Upon seeing us they split, running to the woods, but with Tulgeys speed as a fleet footed stallion and Haakon's tracking we followed them into the woods as the winter weather became colder and a snowstorm began. Forced to seek shelter, we found a craig in the nearby mountains, and driving deeper, we discovered that the hooded figures were darklings, fey that had forsworn the sun and turned to the dark.
Though Echo tried to reason with them in their Sylvan tongue they cast darkness upon us, and only Tulgey was able to draw near, as a spider with blindvision. Thankfully Sweet Summerchild managed to cast them into peals of monstrous laughter, driving them away until dark could clear.
Defeating the darklings and a hideous giant spider the party moved forward through the cave, and they discovered a stream that spat out some poor, sodden, and slimey frogman. Rescuing him from the net, Sweet Summerchild tried speaking to it only to be pulled into a terrible vision of fear, stuck alone and isolated, unable to see or feel anyone. Soon Echo was drawn into a similar state, with visions of Sweet falling into a river chasm, unable to catch her in time.
With both Haakon and Tulgey caught in fear, only the Dwarf cleric, buoyed by his offering of gold to his patron gold was able to remain strong of spirit, but being unaware of the machinations of the creature he was unaware of how to react. For the foul creature was a Thoughtfish, feeding on the fear of the party to bolster itself.
Thankfully Echo's wisdom allowed him to escape the sway of the thoughtfish, and along with the brave Tulgey and his stick, the party seemed too strong for one thoughtfish to ensnare.
The party near managed to track down fishmen in the reaches of the cave, but they fled, as if the time for the adventure had run dry, and the brave adventurers fortified the cave to stay the night in warmth and shelter.
The dwarven cleric being Aoris Gladomiane faithful servant of Moradin.
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