Returning from the depths of Stormreach’s sewers, the group returned to the hotel to divvy up their earnings and prepare to confront the mysterious silver-eyed woman the next morning. Upon waking, they headed out to the Marketplace, where Anton was determined to spend his time finding a new piece of armor with his share of the loot from Domino’s thugs.
While waiting for Anton to finish his purchase, the silver-eyed woman appeared as though from nowhere right in front of Mal. Approaching him, she looked him right in the eyes, and told him “he would serve well enough.” Right as Mal tried to speak to her, her eyes flashed with a sudden silver light, and she vanished, along with everyone else in the market.
Looking around, it was suddenly raining in the market, almost no one but them was on the street, and clearly several hours had passed since their last recollection. Though it was raining, their belongings and clothes were dry, although they were starting to get wet from the downpour.
Over in a corner, Tierel spotted the mysterious Drow from her last trip to the marketplace, doing a poor job of hiding in the shadows and watching them. Mal attempted to cast a charm person on him, but the spell failed. It succeeded, however, in attracting his attention, and after a few moment’s tension it was revealed that the Drow thought Tierel was someone else, and his fear disappeared, replaced by a cocky confidence.
The Drow introduced himself as Erel Vict’riss, and offered to buy them all a drink for the trouble he had caused. In the tavern, he explained that he had watched them vanish from the marketplace and reappear in the same spot several hours later. He had not seen the mysterious woman, however, and had no knowledge of her. He knew a great deal else, however, and explained that his primary trade was as a dealer in information and secrets in Stormreach. He explained that he thought Tierel was someone else, someone she bore a strong resemblance to. Tierel suspected he knew her mother, but the person he knew left Stormreach only 8 years ago, and Tierel’s mother was kidnapped more than 20 years ago.
After their meeting with Erel, Ral suggested that the group go and speak with the giant druids at the edge of the city. As they approached, they heard the giants singing and chanting as the sun set, bidding farewell to the sun for the day. When the ritual was done, Ral spoke with Gaulronak, the chief druid and head of the Guardians of Rusheme. Gaulronak knew Ral’s name already, apparently because Storm told him. He also suggested that Ral had a particular destiny in Xen’drik, and he should take care that his actions did not disrupt the balance of the land.
When they returned to the hotel, the group found a note from Jirian Zayne, Head of the Keep of the Silver Flame in Stormreach, asking for their aid. Meeting with him, Zayne said he was referred to them by a halfling member of his flock, which the group assumed must be Domino. Zayne told them that several missionaries were lost in the jungle, bringing supplies and succor to miners making a living in the wilds. They should have returned several days ago, and Zayne wanted to send a party out to find them, or their remains. He did not have much to offer, but the party agreed to aid him nonetheless and set out into the jungle to find the missing missionaries.
Traveling through the jungle turned out to be dangerous, but not as dangerous as expected. Only a few days out the group was attacked by bizarre creatures, spider-like monsters with tentacles around their mouths, spitting webs and viscous fluids at them. They defeated them handily, and made their way to the river where the missionaries were to have changed course towards the mining camp. Here they found a small shack, built to stand above the waterline, where an unpleasant halfling rented boats. Mal negotiated (badly) with him, securing a boat for the trip back to Stormreach. Investigating the shores along the river, the group found a bit of tattered clothing, but were immediately ambushed by a wereboar, forcing them to take down the foul creature.
Defeating it, Garignak found a rough trail leading along the shore, away from the miner camp and the river. Following the trail, the group was ambushed by a group of grimlocks and a velociraptor, whom they dispatched with some trouble when Garignak was knocked unconscious. Shackleton and Tierel scouted ahead while the others rested and recovered, and found a small village with another dozen or so grimlocks and what appeared to be other humanoids in cages. Returning, they created a plan to lure the grimlocks out of the village and into a trap, using some alchemist’s fire and alchemist’s spark, while Mal and Shackleton snuck around the back to rescue the missionaries.
When the morning came, the grimlocks removed one captive and were clearly going to begin feasting on her, so the group kicked their plan into action to rescue them. The plan worked well, with Tierel hiding in the trees throwing daggers and Anton casting his strongest battle spells and wading into the group. Ral used his powers to great effect, summoning multiple astral constructs to confuse and distract the grimlocks while Garignak, Anton and Tierel faced them head-on. Meanwhile, Shackleton and Mal snuck into the back, Mal putting the guards to sleep and Shackleton breaking the prisoners loose. As they crawled out of thier cages, one of them was favoring a wound he had taken some days previously. Shackleton also found that a great deal of gear and treasure was stashed in the camp, left behind by other explorers not lucky enough to be rescued. After the fight, the group searched the camp and gathered up what valuables they could, and questioned the missionary regarding his wounds. They determined that he had been gored by the wereboar they encountered, and had probably contracted lycanthropy. This news immediately received an icy reception from the other two missionaries, who declared that their companion had contracted a foul curse and must be put down. Mal and Ral were shocked at this statement, but Tierel and Shackleton both volunteered to slay the infected man immediately. Eventually, it was decided to tie him up and determine if he had lycanthropy when the moon was full, that night.
Later that night, while the others slept, the man did transform into a wereboar, although his bonds held. Tierel slew him quietly while the others slept, and the next morning Anton gave him a proper burial, declaring that even the cursed deserve last rites.