The party heads south in the Halfling Protectorate State. They arrive in Fred’s old hometown, the halfling city of Stoneybrook. The city is under martial law and entrance restricted by a large group of mercenaries. The mercenaries are the Iron Collar company and have been hired by the local Imperial commander to keep order. Fred meets with his uncle Sven who informs him the the Imperial Guard and their mercenaries have most halfings in a state of slavery. Many are sent to farm camps and forced to work the fields. The empire has had trouble maintaining its food supplies so they have decided to force the halfings to produce food.
Fred and the party decide that they want to help Sven liberate the camps and drive out the empire and their mercenaries. They supply Sven with money and begin to scout the camps.
After some time they discover that the mercenaries are transporting something around the town. The party investigates this shipment and find it is heavily guarded. Once of the large metal wagons breaks open and ghouls pour out. The party fight the ghouls and other undead horrors that emerge from the wagons. The find evidence the Corpsetower in somehow involved in this shipment of horrors.
Fred pens a letter for wide release urging halflings and other like minded people to rise up against the mercenaries.
(To whom it concerns:)
Although this is a minor infraction of justice in the world the oppression of my race and family is but an atrocity that sits atop the cusp of a larger evil. The military oppression of the halfling protectorate is not power for power’s sake as my party and I have recently intercepted a convoy transporting a corpse golem and ghouls for what is sure to be for some military aim as they are not needed to oppress the population. Our forces, even as they grow, will not be able to stand up to such a threat without assistance.
It may strengthen your resolve to know that the root of the wild is still alive. I have been chosen as a lesson and witness nightly visions of it’s continued life. I know this is dangerous knowledge and treat it as such and hope this letter finds its way un-intercepted. I have also been given visions of the great tree’s avatar: the sapling, peeking in between the battle lines of a great future conflict. I ask that you send your assistance before it is too late as the world you know will not be able to be one to come back to if we are not successful which is all the more difficult if justice is not see for my race.
There are abominations of unlife afoot. Knowing this as my party and I have extinguished many of them as well as their cults from this world as we search for their origin. We have been asailed climbing the godswall by assassins from the shadow realm. Having reached the second monastary of the seekers we ventured into the mountain and discovered evidence of an escaped abomination known as an atropal. It may also be of note that the vampire )Strahd Von Zarovich is still existing in unlife as my party and I met in Laketown although we failed to destroy him. Azzadral to my knowledge has also been alerted to this call toward preparation and is surely working against us to some evil end.
Although my plea is humble there is a larger storm gathering. Let us find mutual allegiance on the battlefield as symbolic shelter against the gathering clouds. My, as well as my cohorts and race’s survival depend on it as I have come to believe yours will eventually also.