A few Rangers of Northmarch set-off of for Byrny on the heals of rangers that had already been sent. The journey was mostly uneventful, pleasant even. Until the party was attacked by griffons that appeared to be riderless mounts.
Things got stranger when they passed the peaks that mark the South base of the Northmarch valley. Blue lighting was screaming from the peaks and rain started falling in buckets. The party made it to the first inn at Byrny, soaked to the bone.