Once more into the breach, dear friends...

Braylon, Esme, Caraga, and Joarth had waited until dawn to make their way into the ruins of Greatgaunt and subsequently stumbled into a collection of its umbral guardians. The ogres seemed to consist of shadow and gloom, but they shed blood and died just the same. The battle, however, and sapped the groups power, perhaps from anxiety, perhaps from fury and vigor. Regardless, the party was forced to retreat to their campsite and rest.

Roughly six or eight hours past and everyone regained their strength. Seeing that the afternoon sun would begin to make its way to the horizon soon, the group consensus was to wait until dawn once again to avoid being trapped in the ruins of the city at night. As the campfire was lit and night descended, strange things began to stir from within the confines of what was once Greatgaunt. Along with wisps of spellfire, faint torch light could be seen here and there along the streets, as well as the occasional rattle and clang of debris being disturbed. Though the Amethyst Hydra maintained a safe distance with their camp, a chill of terror gripped them as they began to imagine what they may face with the coming day. Silence fell over them as they contemplated their next move. Finally, Joarth broke the silence as he stated the obvious.

"If the Cult of the Dragon indeed resides in these accursed ruins, I fear we have lost the element of surprise in our pursuit of them."

Session Thursday. Come prepared.