Their Ranger companion fearing the loss one of his protective charges, chose to guide his way through the rocky hills and bad weather in order to make it to Zhedarak within a day or so. Camping was boring and cold, and by morning they were well on their way through the remnants of a hacked and pitted forest – the remorhazs’ former territory.
Upon nearing a cleft within the rock of the Greypeak Mountains, the keen eyes of the gnome realised that some winged and horned terrors known as Perytons were circling the party. Luckily, they were less than minutes from the steep canyon and managed to avoid these sharp-clawed beasts.
Taking a winding passage through steep, snowed-in canyons, the group was suddenly under attack by an invisible attacker, however, strange luck pervaded and nothing seemed to happen. The attacker then began to attempt to whittle away precious spells and power points, before returning to harming the party. Eventually, the psion identified an udoroot – a strange and alien psionic plant-like creature, common to the Underdark as the invisible attacker. Nested upon a high ledge, the party made the decision to attempt to climb the peak and attack it. The cleric was wholly unable to climb and sustained several bruises for his failed efforts. The psychic warrior was able to scale the peak, but thrown off almost every attempt, and even then, his weather battle-axe barely scratched the party. Luckily, and facing near-death, the psion was able to finally overpower the crystalline stalks – but the bulk of the plant was hidden underground. After much deliberation, the group decided to leave, lest the plant rouse itself and continue to attack them.
Perhaps an hour or so later, and closer to their destination, they encountered the remnants of a bloody and obviously magical battle: charred bone, scorch marks, arrows lining the canyon walls, and a strange black circle set directly within their path. The warlock struggled to maintain his powers, but managed to discover that it was an engraving of magic tinged with conjuration. Undaunted, the group pressed on and approached the glyph, which burst into sour flame and smoke. After a moment or two, a rocky earth elemental rose up admidst the party and began hammering away with its weighty stone fists. Facing another dire situation, the group barely pulled through, as the psychic warrior did little more than annoy it, and the psion found himself taxed almost fully. The warlock attacked it to the best of his ability, but struggled to maintain his fell powers. The bard managed to nick it with a lone arrow, and Radion’s magical arrows did strike true at least once.
Once this beast was rubble, a weird blade of strange design was found near the rocks that it emerged from. Although magical, it radiates divination and functions wholly differently than most other magical weapons of the area.
Barely a half-hour from town, the weather began to turn to blustering, slush-rain. The band came across a squat dwarven caravan of trade-goods and militant dwarves. They welcomed them to Zhedarak and gave them a few pointers toward which areas may interest adventurers such as they.