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[center]Wesville-We're Going on an Adventure[/center]
[Center][color=fff200]Fionn Harken[/color][/center]

Fionn really didn't want to just let a demon go but he already had a job to do. A job that delaying would only get more people killed. For now all he could do was send a message to the local Senior Elder and continue on. Luckily for him an easy out of the conversation came in the form of a certain halfling thief's knock.

[color=fff200]"Sorry to cut this short but I have to get going. I hope your expedition goes well."[/color]

So saying, he left.

[center]Rzalian Outpost Ruins- We're Going on an Adventure[/center]
[Center][color=fff200]Fionn Harken[/color][/center]

Gathering up all the necessary supplies and collecting all the new party members had taken longer than Fionn had wanted. That combined with the half day journy needed to reach the ruins had meant that the group had arrived just as the sun was falling. And you never faced the undead at night if you could help it.

So they had camped a couple hundred yards into the forest and set a heavy watch. Luckily none of the local zombies had wandered into the area.

It was about an hour past sunrise now. The morning dew was still on the ground, although no birds sang in the trees. The entire area was unnaturally quite.

Fionn looked over his crew. Much larger now than when he had originally set out on this mission. A pleasant and extremely helpful surprise. They all stood with him at the edge of the cleared forest, roughly a bowshot distant from the surprisingly intact ruins.

The dwarven engineering of the place showed. Clean lines and sharp corners abounded, the geometric aesthetic favored by dwarves the world over still clearly visible after all this time.

The place had an eerie quality to it though. It had been one of the far outposts of the Rzalian Empire five hundred years before. A small military stronghold for what was thought to be a low risk border. The massive holes in the walls and destroyed buildings told what a false assumption that had been.

Anything wooden or decomposable had long since done so, leaving gaping holes where rooves once stood. Glowing red lines pulsed through grooves in the architecture. Seemingly absorbing the surrounding light and casting the place in a perpetual twilight.

Every now and then bands of undead couple be seen through the holes in the outer wall. Their eyes glowing in the darkness and what little light there was glinted off of old armor and weapons.

[color=fff200]"It's worse than I thought."[/color] Fionn said to the Kindred next to him. The core of people he knew he could count on. [color=fff200]"What do you all think?"[/color]