The journey up to this point has been a long one for our heroes. Ever since defeating the bandits in the woods and receiving the charter to start a new Kingdom, the road has been rife with peril. From defeating Dire Bears at fallen temples to being introduced to pseudo dragons regard themselves as Paladins of Erastil. Do you hear the music in the forest? Those are just crickets on the ground, right? Damn faries!
Comrades have been lost along the way—with Daeron falling in the Spriggan Lair, and Zarzuket not returning—feeling himself an utter failure at one point. New allies have been gained in our new Leader and our friend-Cleric.
Along the way, Staglords were defeated, the Rabble was Roused, the Ladies have Danced, Troll Kings were Killed, Owlbears were destroyed, we’ve seen Brass Cities, brought peace and rest to a ghost, defeated Mind Flayers in our water supply, brought back the citizens of Varnhold and an ally from the brink of destroying the party—it has been a long journey!
And now with Varnhold swearing fealty to Tuskwater, the KING sits on his throne! You return to Tuskwater with a new holdfast in the East, but the hope in your heart is not going to be longstanding. There is talk of some invading force. Who knows what to expect next?