A submission I made to /r/DnDGreentext a while back.

It didn’t take long to bring the King up to speed. An army of death was coming, destroying everything in its path, looking for a weapon that would allow the demigod Orcus to return. That very weapon was here, in this little castle wedged against the Eastern Stormhorn Mountains.

High-King Modric looked down on his brother’s second grave. To the many guards surrounding him he seemed calm, composed and deep in thought. In the privacy of his head however, Modric was nursing a deep and terrible rage.

Garrim awoke face-down in the mud. A second later the pain hit him, forcing a groan from his winded body. It took him a few moments to remember where he was and how he had got there, but when he finally gathered enough strength to lift his head and look around, he realised it was too late.

As the day only has about an hour of balmy sunlight left the group decides to set up camp for the night. As the others are pitching their tents and starting a fire with the intention of cooking some dire rat meat, Eofin scouts the tree-lined road ahead.

The party then found themselves in a giant mead-hall, possibly even the sort of place a dwarf would like to spend his afterlife. Yet it’s not in good shape, looking as if there had been a big fight recently.

Session notes from the custom campaign arc “By the King’s Sword”.

In the previous game, the team finally made it to Baldur’s Gate. The next morning you discovered that Baern had disappeared into the night without reason.