The evening continues on in a relatively enjoyable fashion. Food is eaten, drink is drunk, and good times are had by all. As evening turns to night you all head on over to the quieter areas of the campsite to find some beds and get some rest. While Plasm retires straight away, the rest of you gather about a campfire near the edge of the campsite. A quartet of highwayman archers - a pair of human twins named Archer and Bowman, a half-elf called Marcus, and a minotaur known simply as Bull - join you soon after. You and the highwaymen trade stories and sing songs around the fire for a time. Just as you're all starting to think about heading off to bed though, you stop and turn towards a highwayman in a nearby watchtower calling out into the forest he was surveying. "Oi! Who's out there?!"

A reply to the watcher's words came in the form of flaming crossbolts flying out of the trees. Three strike the watcher sending him tumbling off the tower and down to the ground below. The rest strike the tower itself or the wagons behind the tower, setting them ablaze to varying degrees of severity. A few seconds later, another volley of crossbolts sails towards the campfire, forcing you to take cover behind the wagons.

"There's an alarm bell on the top of the watchtower!" Marcus called out. "If someone can get up there and ring it, the whole camp will come running!"

"Hey look!" Archer called out. "Paxton's still moving." Sure enough, anyone who could see the watcher would also be able to see him writhing in pain.

"He's still alive!" Bowman exclaimed. "But that might not be the case for long unless a healer can get to hi-"

"HEADS DOWN!" Bull shouted as another volley of crossbolts flew from the forest. "If you have a bow, start shooting into the trees! If you don't have a bow, head for the tower! We'll cover you!"

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[url=https://www.owlbear.rodeo/game/eXLkWXyBR]Click here for a map.[/url] (The password is Highway.)
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