Screams of terror at long last turned to cheers in the town of Norwick as two purple worms were brought down by the Redcloaks of Norwick. The casualties were few enough thanks to the financial support of Reemul and his insistence on sparing no expense to arm the defenders of the town against every potential threat, but also thanks to the members of the Spellweaver Keep who put their lives on the line to provide spells of protection to the Redcloaks and an artillery of magic to help break the chitin of the purple worms.
As the chaos died and the Redcloaks restored order, Yllalynn, after being missing for so long suddenly appeared in the town square. The sight of her bringing a great cheer and sense of closure to the whole ordeal for the townsfolk. Not long after, the heroes of Narfell returned, all but Lence. They did not share the same sense of victory, but quickly began plotting their next course of action. Yllalynn herself, though giving thanks, took no cheer in her rescue. With a look of hatred never before expressed she quickly brought the warrior Varya into the temple where they remained.
After the tremendous earthquakes that preceded the return of the adventurers, scouts report a stillness South of the town that has not been felt in a year. The Hollow Gut tribe seems to have dispersed or relocated from the surface. Townsfolk celebrate the triumph of the Recloak's battle within the walls and toast to the return of their beloved priestess. The sacrifice of Lence is met with many rounds bought in his name, as well as the other Redcloaks who fell in defense of Norwick, and all seems to be returning to normal from the commoner's perspective...
Far off, Lence struggles to breath. His skin begins to burn as a pressure all around his body increases. He's being crushed, suffocated, and burned. The pain almost takes him before incantations dispel all of the discomfort. As he struggles to compose himself, he finds himself immobile, bound, in an alien cavern, and kneeling before a wicked little goblin with cloudy eyes looking far off...
"Welcome, butcher... To the true lair of the Hollow Gut Tribe... Heheheheh. Now witness the consequences of your slaying, one hundred chieftains in the making!"
The cackling laughter trails off as the screams begin.