The party had just explored the temple hidden beneath Sandpoint and encountered several demons and lost one of their own. They are now conversing with the controller of said demonic creatures that they subdued...
When the man looks up to Matthias, the crazy grin reappearing on his face, he says again,
***
After defeating the Scribbler and his pets, as well as figuring out most of his riddle, the party returns to Sandpoint to a hero's welcome. The town will set immediately to filling in the sinkhole and repairing the damaged buildings. Though the body you have brought back belonged to one of the guards sent to investigate, Mayor Deverin and the rest of the town leaders have concerns.
"If this Scribbler being was wresting information from poor Gaelfrom here, who knows what his masters plan to do. It is obvious it has something to do with this 'Runeforge'."
Brodert Quink, the local bookseller and self-styled Thassilonian expert nods. "The secret to its location is in the riddle. You figured out Lake Stormunder, but from there is anyone's guess."
Sheriff Hemlock speaks up. "Either way, as long as any more repercussions from these activities don't come back to Sandpoint, I and the town would be most appreciative of your efforts to stave them off."
With that, they let you to your own preparations.
Sajora will go talk to Pillbug.
Pillbug watches as Sajora makes her way into his hideout underneath his alchemy shop. "So, the hero of Sandpoint, and dare I say, all of Varisia, returns. It seems you have managed to keep your friends' noses out of my business, which is good. Rumor has it you are starting a little band of your own in Magnimar. Any truth to this?"
You of all people know the truth behind rumors. Yes, your business remains your own. I just thought I might stop by and see what new stocks you had in was all. Also wanted to make sure that you were...getting along...without me alright. It has been a while after all.
Pillbug nods. "I've been getting along well enough. It seems your efforts have brought more people to trust in my alchemical wares above. I still have all the usual things. The exotics you know I usually have to send you to retrieve. I'm surprised you haven't started up a business of your own, with all your recent travels and whatnot. Though I suppose the adventuring life isn't one to lend to settling down and making an hon... er, making a living."
***
After a lot of research and planning and preparing for the journey, all of you have made it to the Rimeskull and possible entrance to the Runeforge. After a battle with a powerful white dragon, who flew away to lick its wounds into the cave, you activated the 7 heads and received the 7 keys. Now you have made your way up the stairs to the platform just outside the cave entrance. Two huge creatures of rock and stone have just erupted out of the ground and now stand barring your way into the cave.
***
After defeating the two elder earth elementals and taking the loss of Davina the Pistolero, you have delved into the dragon's hoard and opened a portal to the Runeforge. After finding the portal back home, you started exploring the halls of Pride, the Shimmering Veils. In the hall of mirrors you encountered duplicates of Mattias and destroyed them. Now you are deciding what to do next...
***
Entering the room of mirrors, you fought four duplicates of Vraxeris the Scion of Pride and Arkhryst the Dragon came back for his revenge. You were helped by a strange dwarven barbarian that you are still trying to decide if he is trustworthy or not. You found Vraxeris' actual body along with notes on a new spell he was working on. There is still more to this hall to explore, as there is a set of double doors to the Northwest you haven't opened. For now you have decided to rest.
***
After fighting off duplicates of Delvahine, you finished exploring the Halls of Pride, went back to Magnimar to sell equipment, heal and replenish supplies, and then returned to begin your journey in the Hals of Wrath. Immediately upon entering you encountered a giant archer made of iron that you are now fighting...