We arrived at County Westmoore and found the outlying villages had been evacuated. There were signs of a struggle, although not of an invasion. We saw symbols or something suggestive of a bad death cult god. Seeing the castle in the distance, we approached, and were attacked by firebats.
Upon dispatching (and making tiki-torches of) the fire bats, we proceeded up the road to the castle, which showed signs of having been attacked in the not-too-distant past. We attempted to make diplomatic contact with the castle’s inhabitants, but a spooky gray dude with big eyeballs and a wicked spiked chain came out and tried to run us off.
Undeterred, we insisted that we needed answers to the doppleganger questions. When he realized our persistence, the gray guy set his press-gang of minions on us. Though burly they were, they fought without heart, and secretly asked for salvation from their fates. We nearly killed the chainflinger fellow, but his body fell within the castle portcullis. An unknown agent or agents took his body deeper into the castle. The party tried to follow, but only Shadlyn made it under the portcullis. Kairon teleported in, too, and that’s where we left off.
(1050 + 800 + 5) = 371