7, Mirtul (May)
Leaving Winterhaven behind them the Ad Hoc Adventuring Agency stubbornly trudged Northward, further into the Thunder Peak mountains until finally THE KEEP loomed in the distance. Once a place for good, the Keep was home to the Knights of the Purple Order, but had long ago since lapsed into abandonment and disrepair. The books recovered from Bairwin told how a Knight named Sir Keegan, driven mad, once hacked apart his entire family, inviting demonic forces into the Keep for the first time, but no one really knows for sure. What WAS for sure to our heroes, now getting closer to the keep, was the level of deterioration the ages had wrought upon the place. The outer walls were all but in ruin, and provided no quarter. What had not been damaged in some ancient battle, had been relentlessly eroded and bombarded by the elements.
Inching forward on a path toward the Keep, signs of recent activity began to present themselves. The group was starting to pass piles of stone, unnatural in formation, and off to the sides of the path. It wasn’t long before the Ranger began spotting Goblin tracks as well. Many of them went off in all directions, but all the tracks lead to a single place, a large cellar door, cleared of rubble, and in the middle of the keep. Finding no other possible routes, the party readied themselves, as Grimm slowly pulled open the door into the unknown.