The Merry Days of Dolmenwood

  After D-Dane, Gramorr, Meowianne, and Perrin Ashbone closed the door to the northern chamber, they paused to re-evaluate their options. To the west was a circular chamber with a looming white figure. To the East was the quicksilver glint of a mirror. Deciding the mirror couldn't be that bad, they went that way... Two more paths opened from the eastern room, one running northwest, the other north. On one wall was a mirror, with an empty plinth before it. After a careful inspection of the other passages by Perrin, Meowianne and D-Dane went to investigate the plinth. The moment they crossed in front of the mirror (which both were careful not to look into), they froze, turning into frigid, petrified figures. Perrin and Gramorr were able to deduce the magic had struck from being in front of the mirror, not simply looking into it. Barring any other options, they dragged the two petrified bodies up into the open air. Meowianne happened to be placed in a patch of sunlight---and the magic...

  When we last left our four intrepid---and possibly experience-precocious---adventurers, they had spent a fitful night of haunted dreams at the Inn of the Tankards, a few miles north of High Hankle on the Tankards' Road. Colly, the 15th, of Lillipythe, broke clear and cool. At 5am, the sun was just breaking the eastern horizon, casting long shadows across the rolling countryside. Crump Tolmen, the four adventurers' new employer, rose with the sun, kicking Perrin, Gramorr, and D-Dane unceremoniously in the sides to wake them. It bears reminding that, up to now, Meowianne has remained entirely in her Chester form, spending the night curled up on Crump's ill-smelling feet, as a cat. As such, Crump seems unaware of her involvement with the party. In the courtyard of the Inn of the Tankards, Crump gave brief instructions. He checked his new retainers had rations and water. Upon finding that the thief, Gramorr, didn't have a waterskin, Crump irritably snuck back into the inn...