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  both know this, and you should mention
  it if someone tries to kill Caeron when
  the immediate danger is eliminated. If
  someone does kill Caeron ar rhis point,
  his slayer will himself be guilty of murder-
  ing a magus.
  If the group captures Caeron and
  protects him from his erstwhile mounr,
  the Storm Steed rears up on its hind
  legs, snorting fire and fixing them with a
  baleful glare. Marradal needs to be cer-
  tain of Caeron's death, but not at the
  cost of his own. So rather than deliver
  the death-blow himself, he takes on his
  natural shape and weaves a few clever
  lies-sprinkled with truths-hoping to
  ensure Caeron's execution at the hands
  of the wizards.
  oThe Storm Steed ceases its atncks and
  retreats a short distnnce awdy. It rears up
  and" paws the air, anà as it daes the fl"ames of
  iæ hoofprinæ are snuffed out. Before yow
  eyes the Srorm Steed becomes a powerful-
  ly-buih, dcwk-haired 
  man dressed 
  aII in deep
  blue. His eJes dre still the eyes of the Storm
  Steed, though-brilliant blue and fuII of
  wicked intelligence.
  "Greetings 
  to you, mortals," he says, "I
  am Marradal, Iord of the mountain sidhe,
  and sire of the lightrung I thank you for what
  youhaue done, for this base uillain to whom
  you offer succor is the author of all of the
  death and destruction here this past night.
  Had you not succeeded 
  in remouing him
  from my bark, I might never have regained
  mJ true form, anl. for that, I thank you.
  "This Caeron has, for set,eral years
  now, been attefiLpting 
  to harness 
  the power of
  the Stormrider to his will, andhe woul"dhnve
  fully succeeded 
  haà I not de.tected 
  his efforts
  and taken the Storm Steed's 
  place. StiII, I haà
  not realiTed how powerful were the wizard's
  binding spells, and I became a sl.aue to his
  foul wiIL. I had meant to deliuer him to yow
  magical order to face whnteuer morto,l justice
  you might deem to mete out, but I found
  myself trdpped, forced to reliq)e 
  his memories
  of anightlifetimes past. All with the intent of
  slaying someone na.med Grimgroth. Saà,
  really. Now, though, I un freed and he is
  yours to punish." o
  The storyguide should use his best
  judgement as to what Caeron's reaction
  will be, crafting the most interesting story
  he can for the troupe. Perhaps Caeron
  confesses fully and begs for mercy, or
  denounces the faerie as a liar. or admits to
  his part and spits defiance at the charac-
  ters for having stopped him.
  Sir Luc Âccused
  oWith the enraging flames of the Steed's
  hoofprints extinguished, 
  the battle at the ford
  falters, then stops akogether as the combat-
  ants lose their fwy.In the tower, the coven-
  folk have already deab with the largest of the
  non-magical fires, and sauing the rest of the
  builàing should now be much easier. As the
  p oundin g r ain f aÀe s to a li ght drizzle, s unli ght
  begins to shine down.o
  Having seen a handful of adventur-
  ers-including Sir Guillaume-defeat
  the invincible Stormrider, Sir Luc is sud-
  denly filled with doubt about his ability
  to destroy Mistridge. He orders an imme-
  diate withdrawal of his men, and the
  Mistridge grogs are too weakened to stop
  them. As they are departing, however,
  Marradal points him out to the group,
  intending to further divert suspicion
  from himself.
  o"I see that the new baron is less inter-
  ested in you wiTards now that tlæ Stormrider
  is defeated. How typical that he woulÀ seize
  upon this opportunity to prosper. And how
  strange thnt he happened to hnqte an army
  waiting at hand on the very night that his
  father-in-law met his end." Marralal lool<s
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