Something lost and something found Report

General Summary

The foreboding red cloak found at the bottom of a mushroom filled pit did indeed belong to one of the Jaegers. Without a body in sight and a thick layer of mushrooms coating where perhaps a corpse could have found its final resting place at the bottom of the pit, it seems a forgone conclusion. The nodes of denser fungal growth each are a grave. A sobering thought that serves as a dark omen for the next discovery of the fellowship; a mass grave of exquisite natural beauty. Akin to a burial mound of old, overgrown with magnificent mushrooms and lichen, feasting on the remains of a slaughter. From the massacre of what must have been the druid coven responsible for the oppression of the trolls now sprouts a pure and untamed grove.   The individuals of the fellowship each have their own thoughts about the sights before them, but whatever they feel, it is nothing compared to their guide Bjarn. Close to what could be considered a mental breakdown, finally, the combined words of the party break the tough outer layer of his feigned nonchalance. The curse upon him was no accident, but a lesson to be learned. He was the guide of the druids, that much the close-mouthed cat has admitted, but was their death and his failure as a guide enough to gather the full attention of the one-eyed god? No, it was cowardice and inaction, and thus the opposite is required to force the matter. Enacting a ritual of absolution and using the artifact from which the fellowship derives its name, they take the first steps towards absolution.   Into... a familiar... sight? For some at least. The eerie empty metal halls and corridors that Helene once before visited, but this time in spectral form. What is this place is, however, remains a mystery. Let no-one every say the path to redemption is straightforward.