The party joins the small tribe of druids as they travel North towards the Peak District. The carts are left where they were parked since the druids want to move swiftly and avoid the more trafficked roads. The first night is rough, but as promised you reach a beatiful campsite the the following night. Waking up in the morning, you can see the fish in the river. The breakfast is quickly landed. You enjoy the tranquility and the abundant food for almost two weeks.
Then, one day, the scouts report sightings of men-at-arms searching the woods. They are still far away, and the scouts did not approach to be able to see their crests, but few could command such a force in this area, but the sheriff of Nottigham. «This place is too exposed,» say the elders. «Anyone searching would come by this place sooner or later. We had better move quickly, and hope the weather will erase our tracks in time.» You understand that you are heading for a more secluded campsitel
Turold has spent the season on his own, or with one companion only. This is how they always do it, to avoid attracting any attention to the communal kitchen. At the end of the season, he receives a very short telepathic message from one of the elders: «Rendez-vous at First Peak.» This is a well-known location to the tribe, habitually passed on the journey into the Peak DistrictIt is about the turn of the season and his Spring work is completed. They catch up with him in a day or two. The path continues into the heart of the Peak District.
The magi and the druids get to know each other better, and stories are exchanged. «You know, there used to be group of your lot here in the Peak District. They disappeared many years ago, but you can still find their towers. Beware though. Mighty are the traps they put in place before they disappeared. Some treasure hunters entered one of them, and the rock came all down on them, crushing the last bits of their bodies. The other one stands tall, but nobody dares enter. Nobody knows where the wizards have gone.»
The following day you spot a lone hiker approaching from the East. His load looks heavy, and he has pack animal too; a donkey maybe. The elders look worried, but when he gets closer, they relax. A harmless peddlar. The druids make a few trades, not very good ones, thinks those who pay attntion and have a little understanding of value.
Trades made, however, the stories sit loose. The gaolbreak further South has alerted every lord within a 50 mile radius. The sheriff is furious, and this was just after Wulfric having walked into the city with burns that would have killed any lesser man. A mighty warlock, knowns as Janus the Incinerant, confronted him on a battle field North of here. As far as the peddlar knows, nobody witnessed the actual battle, but the body count was disastrous and the injuries the work of magic. An infernal aura rests on the site, and nobody has dared remove the bodies. The peddlar crosses himself. Everybody nods in recognition, but nobody else makes a cross.
This is were the Summer Season starts. Please introduce any new characters, as agreed. And everybody, please describe you attire, particularly with respect to blending in or standing out. I am not going to assume that you have not changed your appearances since you met in Calais ...