Nalathisor: The Borderkeep

During our trip, Thomas' (The old guy) wife died. He continued along with us until we could reach GladeKeep. About two days into our trip, we came upon a camp. It was getting late, and we were all tired so we figured this would be a good place to rest.

Upon entering the camp we were approached by Doran, the sheriff of the Borderkeep, approached us. He told us to be careful, as a band of orcs, about 20 strong, had been attacking travellers recently. He said they seemed to be more intelligent, and more organized than usual orcs. We told him of our recent encounter. Upon inspecting one of Jackle's gold coins we got from looting the orcs, Doran was able to confirm it's the same group. Doran asked if, sense we were staying tonight, could we help patrol. We agreed, but only after Jackle subtely reminded Doran, he still had his coin.

Jackle, Thelonius and I went out on patrol, while Llan, and Azrael stayed back at camp to aid with the wounded. I headed out to the patrol the southeast area. And then it all went black.