Ok... so that guy is dead.

The group, as it is, has decided to head west in search of new adventures. Many things happen in their journey, including a battle with some not so nice gargoyles and a few goblins. The crew owned everyone, and thus the battle ended quickly, with many of the blood stains covering the mountain pass.

Substitute Balrog for a couple gargoyles and you've got it.

After that, we catch up with the adventurers they have found their way into the tower city of Sharn (as in it is made up of towers. Like, lot's of towers. Enough that it's called the City of Towers.) So our guys are hanging out, and it's a pretty rain day *insert clap of thunder/ rain sounds here* and they are walking back to the rooms they are renting. It's night time so they can really only see what the lamps are showing them, which is some dude in a cloak standing over another dude who is laying on a bridge spanning the distance between two towers  Not suspicious at all. As the group approaches the cloaked dude backs off, melting into the night. (Ooooooooo.... Kinda like that).

As they walk up on broseph on the ground, they realize that dude has been straight up shanked!

Now, obviously, the first thing you do when you find a dead body is look for loot. 

Obviously.

They find papers identifying the man as Bonel Geldem. As well as some monies (woot woot!) and an apple. 

Yummmm....

What else they find will have to wait till later because at that very moment, they are attacked!!! 

By this guy ----->

Warforged

This, my friends, is a Warforged. It's the unholy offspring of Captain America, a Ku Klux Klan member, and a demonic toaster oven. With a battle axe. (Don't ask me how that works, it's magic ok.) Made completely of metal bits, this guy (his name is Cutter) has all the social class and mental stability as a charging rhino on steroids. He jumps in too attack the group from the side of the bridge they are on (which is maybe 200 feet in the air. Like I said, bad ass.) He attacks the nearest person with a mighty swing of his battleaxe and the fight ensues.

However, despite the fact that this guy took after Achilles and was dipped in the river "Badasskickyouinthefacetwice", he was no match for our group. The pummel him and, in a last ditch effort to get away, jumps over the side of the bridge and plummets to his death.

Not the brightest crayon in the box

The group, now euphoric at killing a thing (they are a bunch of psychopaths), are high-fiving each other with blood... or I guess Oil... covered hands. They search the rest of deady's stuff, and find some more coin, and a leather bound journal that... is just a whole bunch of scribbles. They snatch that up because this is a fantasy environment and anything you can't read has something to do with a sweet quest.
Then the guards show up. only about 10 of them but still. The group manages to sweet talk themselves out of another night in prison (a situation that they have grown truly tired of after the events at Redwall.) They agree that after a successful night of killing a dude that had apparently killed another dude (they recognize the cloak that Cutter was wearing as the one of they guy who melted into the darkness) that they should go get their party on in a tavern. It's right about then that ANOTHER cloaked guy (how many are in this damn city?) walks up to them all sly like and whispers some stuff to them. 

Most peoples would immediately be skeptical of this dude. He is probably wanting to sell them some stolen pomade or discounted cuttlefish pillows or maps to where famous bards live.

Wanna buy a sun dial? 

Yea, just like that. 

But really he tells them that if they want to know the truth about dead guy's non-livification (aka his death)  that they should hit up this sweet new tavern over on beat street called The Broken Anvil. All the hip cats and cool kids hang at that dope crib. 

They all agree, some of them begrudgingly, that they should check it out. And so, still in the pourig rain, they head over to this sick joint, to see if it really is...

off the chain.