One is in the mountains with the orcs. One, in Roystille, is in the form of a very charismatic and powerful fighter who is staging a coup, in the name of the military. He is inhabiting the body of the high general of the guard. His excuse; he'll send the troops out on to the gnolls, the gnolls will flee in terror, completely shattered as a fighting force, and the general will assume control of the city of the same time. Too much time and money were being spent with these damn gnolls! The military knew all along that one good assault on them would break them up, so to ensure the protection of the citizens, in the name of the Empire and the King, the military shall control things. Of course, the Raver knew that the gnolls were totally demoralized before the army attacked, but that's part of the plan...
One is in Castlewood, trying to locate some center of power. But the town has apparently gone semi-chaotic. The official ruler really doesn't have much power on the council, and everyone wants to do different things. "It'll be a little difficult to get a good foothold there right away," one Raver mused. "Better wait till after Grey Eagle. In the meantime, let's flood the market there with shit, and cause inflation and unemployment. That should give us an excuse for assuming control, and setting things right."