Narrator: 10 days out from Polisberg, the delvers are encamped in a defensible position amidst the thickets. Narrator: Surrounding them on three sides is a low hill. To the southeast, a small creek provides a barrier, and a mass of brambles and groundcover will slow attackers coming from that direction. Narrator: In the center of the camp, Beltarne and Shelley chant over Davin Sorn, trying to force the demon out of him through repeated dowsings in holy water. GM: Move your token to where you want to be. Marik: Elder thing to the west... GM: Well, we're getting there. Marik: I'm content now. Narrator: Light clouds cover the sky, and the wind has died down to a refreshing breeze. Narrator: At 2 pm, a purple-yellow-black light blazes in the sky and everything gets dimmer and louder. A portal