The first night we camped out and our party found a pile of bones, not fresh according to those who claim to know much about this subject. A Specter arose and they talked to it, or well at it while it mimed away answers, apparently the poor creature was killed by the Orc.
Near the end of the night we a group of Land Narwhals interrupted my sleeping, screams came from the area the others decided to sleep in.
Person lies across the road, and pleads with us to go and help his friend. After giving water to the person and sending him back to town we ventured south to try and save his friend.. However it looks like we arrived too late.
The Gargoyle like creature tried to fly away with Morning Mist, the aftermath of the battle suggest that the real intelligence behind this is creating more flowers, perhaps a angry Nature Sprite? The Plants are fighting back. We were approached by a forest troll, names Treetop who talked about The Dark One with a staff that had tentacles of blood, muttering about the jesters court, either way we parted ways.
We made our way back to town, after having a night with some boisterous orcs… and more bad jokes.. By the way, the crown… appears to be one big joke it makes you look like royalty as an illusion. So another, bad joke.