Castle Xyntillan - Session 2: Shambling progress
The first venture into the castle was not very fruitful and the sight of Rubert's thorn-inflicted wounds was still freshly punctured into their minds. The adventurers now knew that profiting from Xyntillan's riches might not be as straightforward as they had first imagined. Still, everyone survived, and the party had high hopes that their next expedition would be more lucrative; 'Rome wasn't built in a day, ay?' joked Shubert, the cleric. But for the brave Rubert, the adventure was over, for now at least. Along with Karl Gruber, his dwarven companion, he decided to return to Tours-En-Savoy and lick his wounds. The rest of the party, still encamped in the Valley of the Three Rainbows, was eager to enter the castle once more. They were planning their next move, when approaching footsteps brought them snapping to attention. Jerome had already cocked an arrow, with Gaston valiantly hiding behind him in the shrubs, when an unfamiliar pointy-eared fellow greeted them jovi...
