Fellowship of the Dice

"We should try to contact them peacefully," Nimiriel suggests. "Finish here, and then return home to heal our hurts. Learn what else we can of them, and then go to them with open hands. They may not be responsible for this, but they are our best lead, I think."

Clearing out the house and taking the notes the group has a bit of good luck. Your blind companion's eye sight starts to return. Its not much yet, just color and light, but that gives you hope that waiting it out might just be enough to cure the problem (with some time and healing spells).

You have, for the most part, cleared out the town save for the large fort on the rise of the hill ahead. Any real answers you might find are going to be there.

Looking at his new companions, Arenhal remembers when Caledonia only extended as far as his bow and Cal's voice could reach. Here he stands in another settlement, a reminder of what could have happened if they had not been careful.
Another look at the new allies, and a thought that he should review the files on them both, and update them with what he's learned.
"Only one more place to look, and I get the feeling we won't like the answers," one last look at the abandoned town, "Everyone ready for this?"

The aasimar is starting to at least get fuzzy details by sight, so can at least walk without stumbling every second step, and just needs a single hand on someone to travel at a reasonable rate. "Um, not really, no. I don't think anyone is ever ready for messed up discoveries like this, but we're here, and we've got to deal with it. So let's get it over with. Up to the Fort, to see if there's anything new to learn."

The group, shadows a head and behind, stride up the hill....