After a brief gathering in Alton’s quarters, the party rests for the evening and gathers for breakfast with the leaders of the Riverton underground. In attendance are Peruppi Dentkettle-Stoutfoot, the halfling folk hero Harfur Stoutfoot, druid Jacob Dain, and the head of a local shipping cartel Shara Tev. They discuss how Peruppi’s original mission for Mengst in the South has failed – they are certain that Lieutenant William Melvar has been taken through the Waygate to Tablenhelm and is lost. There is some talk of how the Underground plans to abandon their position in Riverton in the spring when they can make it across the mountains because, according to Peruppi, there is simply no one left to save in the south. The party volunteers information about the cave system they used to enter the south as an alternative to waiting for the spring thaws.
They also discuss the party’s plan for Penshin in depth and request material support for the endeavor. In addition to supplies and the location of the Underground’s abandoned safehouse in Penshin, Harfur provides the party with a carriage and team to help smooth their journey across the Southlands.
The party is woken from their slumber very early the next morning to cries of alarm – the Ringwielder Aril Flambeau has arrived with little warning in the night with a company of Peacekeepers and several companies of soldiers to retake control of the purloined city. Peruppi and Harfur stay behind to buy time while the party, along with Jacob Dain and several dozen refugees who had been hiding in the city, make their escape through the sewers and caves. The party observes Peruppi standing fast against the Ringwielder in the courtyard of the mayoral palace (cutscene text below).
After parting ways with Jacob and the refugees, the party is ambushed by a platoon of Peacekeepers and a pitched battle ensues in which Moriel is seriously wounded by an arrow. After the battle, the party finds where their carriage and team has been waiting for them…and realize the none of them particularly know how to drive….
Escape From Riverton
At one point, you pass through a hall with open-air crenelations that give you a glimpse of the courtyard of the mayoral palace. The rain is pouring down.
There are easily over a hundred armored Peacekeepers, and even more army regulars arrayed in an arc around the huge wooden doors of the palace, Aril Flambau’s red and black displayed prominently on soaked banners and tabards. Standing out in front of the troops in the center of the courtyard are two Stranglers, both appearing to be incredibly old and twisted in their robes, and between them, a step in front, a woman. She is dressed only in britches and a long-sleeved buttoned tunic, both of black silk and pasted to her petite figure by the rain. She is floating, her bare feet are hanging idly some inches over a puddle. Her skin is porcelain-white, and her hair is a vivid, shocking red – it appears to be the only thing in the whole courtyard that is dry, and it is blowing in a wind that touches nothing else. Strange green and violet flames dance from her hands, which are held palms-up, slightly extended from her sides. The Ring of Fire on her left hand sparkles in the flame.
Facing her from the steps of the palace, stands Peruppi. She is standing on the bottom step, her diminutive form armored in her shining steel plate mail. There is a white glow emanating from her, so bright that it is casting long shadows behind the gathered troops. Her shield, emblazoned with the sword of Aluviel, and her mithril war hammer are both bathed in white and azure flames.
“Lay down your arms,” says the Ringwielder in a soft, sweet voice that still somehow fills the entire courtyard.
Peruppi’s eyes flicker up to you, no doubt noting your eminent escape, smiles slightly, and wipes a strand of wet hair from her face. She half-steps, half-hops down off the last step, landing in a puddle with a splash. She giggles slightly, and sighs deeply, a happy, serene grin on her face.
“Come and get ’em, bitch.”