Seems like it’s time to put the kingdommaking behind us for now. More urgent matters have appeared that would require our attention.
It was brought to our attention that apparently the Stag Lord had risen again as an undead. I’m sure that’s an exaggeration, but never the less some investigation (scouting) on my part showed that there was at least some truth to it.
In the nearby lands called the Kamelands, I found a great furrow in a hill. When I entered it, I found a large colony of Bats, and a quick question showed that further in was a Barrow. Apparently full of undead.
Discretion being the better part of Valor, I got out of there, as fast as I could, and back to friendlier grounds.
However, when we returned, to clear out the mess, the poor bats had turned undead as well. When we ventured into the tomb, we came across a large collection of undead, and we were in for the fight of our lives. I don’t think we’ve ever been as close as that, to breathing our last.
Thankfully we defeated them, and we found some interesting goods left in the tomb. A magical weapon that changes to suit the wielder (with a particular ability to kill Fey) and a magical ring that would allow one to survive without food, water or even air. To this day, magic still surprises me.
It does make me long for the life on the road again. I wasn’t cut out for settled life. Sure, it’s interesting some of the time, but everyonce in a while, you’d need to stretch your legs. Perhaps the time has come to return to our roots, and move around a bit, and explore the Kamelands?