Hawkmasks and story tellers

Akim’s offer seemed dubious at best. To follow the adventuring party of Davar Zaid, and to murder them in the night taking the treasure map – which Rouge had plausibly pointed out could be one of any that had been sold that day in the markets.

The storyteller Hakiem for a moderate fee; 6 silver Shaboozh since you ask, filled in some of the details. Davar is of an old family and house, down on their luck and is both arrogant and foolish. It’s entirely possible he hasn’t sought out Jubal’s favour for this misadventure, and maybe that in the rambling cellars or attic of the house he might have find something more substantive than the street forgeries – but then maybe not. Now about these two Hawk masks fighting in the Unicorn last night…. 

Sneaking through the eastern edges of the city discreetly following the adventures proved trivial – perhaps too trivial. Apart from some stray starving hyenas, 3 days in the scrub surrounding the Gray Wastes passed quietly until the hunters and hunted left the old caravan route into the canyons to the north. Crossing old paths of Raggah tribesmen summoned a most peculiar manifestation. Ghostly bestial humanoids, clashing scimitars and illusionary wounds that do not bleed. Someone had left a shamanic fetch, and magical warning here - but for what purpose and for who?

Deep in the canyons the map proved to be anything but false, with an entrance to an old tomb guarded by the symbol of the everlasting flame. The bodies of the massacred tribesmen surrounded the entrance with the perplexed guards of the adventuring party paying heed to the thieves approach.

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To continued stealing as much source material from Crypt-of-the-Everflame as possible.