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The cavern is filled with corpses; some are moving….some are not. The undead never seem to stop there search……there search for life….the one thing they crave, desire….need. The water (if you can still call it that) is thick and black with sulfur, dirt and rotting flesh. The smell is beyond imagination. This is the foulest place that could ever be imagined.
Looking northward there is a red shaft of light that pieces the darkness. Following the light from the roof of the cavern it comes to rest on a huge temple. It looks a bit like a huge spiked helmet of some evil overlord. The huge front doors open revealing a single large room filled with creatures with horrible wings and tails. Among them are what look like elves but with huge bat wings. They are listening to someone….It’s like a church service for the devil led by his only son……The eyes of this son are filled with malice and hate. The eyes are your own……..
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The Sidhe are winged elves that live in a huge Monastery high in the Thunderpeak Mountains. They are reclusive, making contact with the outside world only when necessary. They have lived at peace with nature and the surrounding inhabitants for thousands of years. Focusing on keeping the ancient ways of the elves alive, they wish to preserve there heritage, prizing it above all else. Time moves very slow for this ancient race and thats the way they like it. For the first time in 300 years (the council met to discuss the ramifications of the fall of Myth Drannor) the council of The Sidhe is meeting. Something dire has happened in this peaceful monastery and must be dealt with before it goes too far to be stopped.
The council of The Sidhe sits in the meeting hall high in the ThunderPeak Mountains. The decision has been made “The Bain Sidhe (Paladins of The Sidhe) has become radical and unstable”. There Leader Ce’Lith Greyling has started raising an army and gathering allies from all across Faerun to cleans or enslaves all the non elf races or “lesser beings”. He claims that if they don’t act now all elves will perish from the face of the earth. To Ce’Lith the evidence is plain to see. Elves are a dying race. There are only a few more Elvin cities left now that the Severed Hand has fallen and Myth Drannor lay in ruins. Elves are mixing with the “lesser races” and the ancient ways are all but forgotten.
“What is being proposed is madness” States the council .The vote is unanimous to disband the the Bain Sidhe and arrest its leader for treason. Not realizing that this move by the council has long been planned for by the sacred order.
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‘As Warren staggered through the door of the Oak Tree Inn that evening, he looked like he had been to Hell and back. Gaping tears and slashes covered his wet, crimson clothes; his tattered travelling cloak hung sadly from his shoulders. His contorted face was a mask of agony as he clutched his side. Inhaling sharply, he walked heavily from the doorway to the nearest free table and sank clumsily into the chair, the wide eyes of the inn’s patrons following him…’
Warren spent the following few days recuperating in his room at the inn, recounting the tragic events in his mind over and over again. His solitude was broken only by Falkirk and Mae, and visits from Silvia, who would take him food far more frequently than was seemingly necessary, and remain in his room for quite some time. Silvia also facilitated as a link to the outside world, and managed to persuade a local farm owner to give Warren a temporary job tending to the animals and, when he had regained more strength, working the fields. Not only did this provide the trio with a source of income with which to pay the Oak Tree Inn’s landlord, but Warren discovered that one of the elderly farmhands was actually quite handy with a sword, and surprisingly eager to teach Warren what he could remember. The two struck up quite a friendship; Warren keen to learn some swordplay, the old man cherishing the company and relishing the opportunity to recount exaggerated tales of his ‘glorious’ youth.
Back at the inn, Warren and Silvia’s relationship was soon common knowledge (due in no small part to Mae’s good-natured prying) and the couple’s relationship quickly developed into a deep bond, providing Warren with a huge source of comfort in a time of such emotional upheaval; Silvia, in part, filling the gaping hole left after Aunt Pol’s tragic demise.
Over the weeks Warren made a full recovery, and was beginning to consider what the future could hold for him and Silvia. Despite the terrible nature of what had happened, he has emerged a changed person. Drawing strength from his and Silvia’s relationship Warren has become a little more outgoing and ambitious.
‘Warren and Silvia sat across from each other on a small table in the corner of the inn. As Warren gazed into her eyes, he felt a warmness swelling within him, his thoughts centred on her beauty, her compassion, her perfection. Yet a sense of intangible guilt pervaded the moment, seeping in from the back of his mind; guilt for feeling such bliss in such a time of sadness. As if reading his mind, Silvia’s hand reached across the table’s small surface and gently clasped his. As Silvia opened her mouth to speak, Mae walked loudly over to the pair, clearly oblivious to what she was disturbing, and told them of Connor’s message. Clearly, Warren thought as Mae strode away, his plans for the future would have to wait…’
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You found some interesting books on a bookshelf just outside your bedrooms. During your stay you had a chance to read them at great length.
God Users: Fact or Fiction?
Have you ever wondered what happens in those dark moments between life
planes? Has it ever bothered you that when you went to sleep you were in one
location and then, upon waking you found yourself in another?
Retired Adventurer and former private detective - Houser McFinn - Attempts
to unravel the mysteries of life, death and the multiverse. Where exactly do
we go between death and resurrection? What is it that causes some folk to
have a radical behaviour change shortly before death, only to return a short
while later.. transformed?
In this 1000+ page Volume, McFinn focuses on the concept of 'God Users', an
idea that has slowly been gaining ground amongst adventurers. He talks to
one of the most outspoken supporters of the God User Phenomena - Valrune
Starbrow - and also one of its most fervent nay sayers - Hugo Blackhammer.
Using examples from recent adventures, McFinn, with the help of Starbrow and
others, takes a long deep look at the Phenomena known as Radial-Slip, which
is considered proof of God User Existence. He examines the concept of
server-fall (very often sited as the true cause of memory loss) and also
attempts to find truth in the notion that there is an all powerful
'God-Builder' whose power transcends even the God-users themselves.
Crosswater Publishing
ISBN: 212.83.74.17:9157
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You found some interesting books on a bookshelf just outside your bedrooms. During your stay you had a chance to read them at great length.
Elven Cities Of The Fey Swamps :
Three thousand years ago the great elven cities which dotted the landscape on the Karn-Thet Peninsula went to war with each other. Ancient war machines battled arcane forces in a conflict which lasted decades and once the dust settled the landscape lay scared and forever changed.
Lost were the great Tree Spires of Sylvantai, no longer would the endless churning of the Ca'Dish engines be heard through the Valleys...
To this day the reasons why the elves went to war are still vague and much interpreted. Historians have identified three major cities in the Fay Swamp lowlandsat the start of the Elfwar:
Ca'Dish - The Technomancers, able to weave eldritch energies into great technological marvels.
Sylvantai - The Tree Dwellers, or 'High Elves'. The Sylvantai drew their namesake from the great forest which once covered the region, for the low lands all the way up to the World Spine mountains to the east.
The Sidhe - Pronounced Shi-Day. Not much is know of the Sidhe except that their civilization was ancient, even at the time of the Elfwar. They are most famous for the ancient order of warrior wizards, the Bain Sidhe.
There is also mention of a fourth elven city called Myth Drannor that was somewhere in the Fey Swamp region. However, it is believed to have somehow destroyed itself hundreds years before the Elfwar began.
Prof J. Merrywether
Crosswater Institute of Research
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You found some interesting books on a bookshelf just outside your bedrooms. During your stay you had a chance to read them at great length.
Heroes of the Tharen Peninsula:
Wayland Cribbs - This once famous master-thief is often the subject of many a bar-room tale. You name it, Cribbs has nicked it.
Unfortunatly in recent years Cribbs spends most days in a bottle, resting happily on his laurels, "Buy me an' ale and I'll tell you a tale" his current catchphrase.
Morham Goodfellow - A half-orc from east Ajentia, Goodfellow's kind and gracious nature hides a warrior-born, with more than one legend under his belt. A Prince from amoung his own tribes and a great hero to many, Morham was dubbed Goodfellow by his old adventuring companion Wayland Cribbs after his kind nature.
Shazram - A powerful wizard from Raus, Shazram lives deep in the Fey Swamps of the Tharen Peninsula. Shazram is believed to be the only surviving student of the Eternal Sorcerer Amon Sul.
Houser McFinn - Selfstyled detective Houser McFinn is a man who knows when there is a game afoot! The curious halfling made quite a name for himself after recovering King Kalador's Sceptre after it was stolen by thieves during last years Beltan Eve celebrations.
Joh Mith - What can be said about this generous, kind, handsome trader that hasn't been celebrated in every community on the Tharen Peninslua. Some describe him as a businessman, others a ladiesman, by most 'though, he's 'The Man'.
Moma Yaga - This curious creature appeared in the Fey Swamps about the same time Shazram constructed her tower. Many believe Moma Yaga a nature spirit, bound to Shazram in some way. Those who have witnessed their use describe her powers as considerable.
Joh Mith - Author and Trader
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Tharen Peninsula Gazetter Issue 1:
The Tharen Peninsula lies to the south-east of the Kingdoms heartland. Still a frontier of the Kingdom, the Peninsula remains pretty much unsettled. This is mainly due to the in-hospitable nature of the land and it's inhabitants.
Vast areas of the hill lands to the west and south of the peninsula remain home to various humanoid races, including goblins and their larger cousins, the hobgoblins. Lizard-folk infest the coast line north and east, threatening the established port towns (Tallon, Reach and Maken Keep)
The heart of the peninsula is sliced in two by the Worldspine mountain range, which runs north-east th south-west across the peninsula. To the west of them is the area now known as the Fey Swamps. The ancient elven cities of old once dotted the area, until their destruction in the Elfwar three thousand years ago.
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Tharen Peninsula Gazetter Issue 2:
Ports of the Outlands
Port Tallon
Port Tallon was founded a two hundred years ago in an attempt by the Kingdom
to establish a trade port on the eastern coast of the Tharen Peninsula.
Baron Keld was given the charge of establishing the port and was successful
in opening trade relations with the Mani Empire across the Sequtaine Sea. To
this day, the Sequtaine Trade Routes are some of the busiest in the
hemisphere, bringing spices and silks from the far east to the Kingdom.
The Port town remains a loyal part of the Kingdom to this day. The current
town leader, Baron Keld II, lacks the charisma and strength of character his
grandfather and father displayed and is seen by many as a weak leader. Due
to the dwindling numbers of conscripted soldiers being sent to garrison Port
Tallon (there just isn't enough to go around what with the war on the
Kingdoms far northern boards with the Kodai Orcs requiring so many troops),
Baron Keld II has hired a troupe of Mercenaries from the Mani Empire to act
as a support garrison to the Kingdoms own troops. These days, more Mani
troops police Tallon than Kingdom ones and the animosity between the two
groups continues to grow...
Crime is rife in Tallon. The local thieves guild, The Upright Men, are said
to possess more authority in town than the Baron and his men do. With the
Mani being so easy to bribe, many illicit activities are undertaken in town
with confidence. Anyone who wishes to cut a (dodgy) deal could choose a
worse place than Tallon...
Maken Keep
When Lord Maken, one of the greatest heroes of the Battle of Vernane Bay,
was given a free commission on his retirement from the Army, he requested
the opportunity (and resource) to establish a frontier outpost. A hundred
years later the family home of the Maken family still stands, acting as a
gateway for the Kingdom to the Tharen Peninsula.
This small fortress sits close to the coast line and maintains a small dock
for trade ships and the like. Lord Maken VI, third Lord of the Keep, is very
much liked by the towns residence. A small (but loyal) Kingdom Garrison is
based at the Keep and it is from here that the Kingdom despatches the local
patrols who police the roads between the Keep itself, Hedge Gate and the
town of Cross River to the East.
Maken Keep has recently been under threat from a Wyvern which seems to have
set up home close to the keep. No one has yet to locate the creatures nest,
even though Lord Maken has offered a large bounty for its death.
Port Reach
The remote town of Port Reach sits on the southern most tip of the Tharen
Peninsula.
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Mando has been living with the farmers around Cross River for the past few years. Always adventurous, the young halfling left his village of Twoforks looking to make his fortune. Six months later, he was stealing whatever food he could find and sleeping in a different hayloft each night. It wasn't long until he was quite literally caught napping. However, the farmer, realizing Mando was desperate and noticing the carefully maintained shortbow at his side, offered him a place to stay if he could keep the wolves away from his livestock. Soon, Mando was selling his skills as a hunter to all the farmers in the area, chasing off wild animals and bandits, as well as teaching the youths to hunt for game. He still maintained that he was merely in it for the coin, but he wasn't fooling anyone. Not when he accepted chickens or whatever else that could be spared as payment, or when he conveniently forgot to collect from some of the poorer farmers. The simple fact was he enjoyed honing his skills, helping his friends, and simply being the hero, even if just in this small rural area. Then, the goblins came.
Mando did his best to help the farmers stand against the goblin onslaught, but there were simply too many of them. When it was clearly hopeless, he made sure that as many as possible made it to the town of Cross River. Now, with his comfortable life in shambles, he has been spending his days exploring the city from his meager accommodations at the Oak Tree Inn, trying to figure out where life will take him next.
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Slowly and carefully, Mando works the oil into his trusty shortbow. No matter how poorly off he was, or how long he had gone without food, he never failed to maintain it, and the suppleness of the wood spoke for itself. It was certainly effective against those ghostly Ca'Dish warriors. As he flexes the bow, he glances around at his new companions sitting around the fire. They are definitely an interesting bunch...
Warren, the reluctant warrior. Even with his armor and sword, he manages to come off as a farmer playing dress-up. Well, most of the time at least. But there's something about him in the midst of battle, something that comes out in his eyes. He's changing, becoming more sure of himself over time. Mando mutters under his breath, "I hope he lives long enough for me to see what he can become."
Then, there's Obryn. The dwarf. Mando's never been a big fan of dwarves. The stodgy old fools had little tolerance for his...let's say whimsical nature. But Obryn...Obryn is at least a bit more interesting. Sure, he's still too serious for Mando's tastes. But he is a better warrior than waiter (not like that's saying much), and at least has something resembling a sense of humor. Not that Mando could ever imagine calling a dwarf "friend."
Mando's gaze drifts over toward Mae. It tends to do that a lot. "Definitely easier on the eyes than Obryn," he chuckles to himself. Poor girl has a lot of sadness on her shoulders, but there's an inner strength that he can't help but admire, and a wicked sense of humor that keeps even Mando on his toes. "I'll certainly have to keep my eyes on her," Mando thinks. "What a shame," he adds with a sly grin.
Mando shakes his head, still surprised at how his life has changed so much so quickly. Carefully putting his bow aside for the night, Mando lies down and drifts off to sleep.
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The group moved slowly, warily along the wide, ornate corridor, alert for any sign of danger. As they ventured onwards, Warren looked down at his heavy armour, discovering to his dismay a large, black singe mark on the breastplate – a relic of the group’s almost fatal encounter with a mysterious, and highly explosive contraption. He touched the mark gingerly, noting in mild surprise that it was still warm. Thank God he had plucked up the courage to buy it – if he hadn’t...
A loud crack snapped Warren’s attention back to reality. Looking upwards at the source of the disturbance, he stopped in his tracks, regarding the ceiling in stunned disbelief; large black cracks were eating outwards into the rock, as dust and small pieces of rock fell into his face. Blinking to clear his eyes, Warren broke into a run, sensing that the others were right behind him.
A huge cacophony erupted as the ceiling of the corridor collapsed, blasting Warren with dusty air. He span around, peering into the dust, searching for the others. He could see Mando and Obryn... but...
“MAE!?” His panic-stricken cry pierced the silence, and echoed through the ruins. As the dust settled, Warren’s mind raced. Looking helplessly at the others, he found that Mando and Obryn were staring right back at him; looking to him for direction, looking for a response, for a solution. Warren felt naked under their gaze, as if their eyes could see right through his armour, right through his body, straight into his very soul. This armour, this sword - it was all a charade. Warren was no fighter, no leader. And still his mind raced, emotions and half-thoughts swirling around in his consciousness, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of dread. Straining to clear his mind, Warren looked upwards, his lips moving silently but purposefully.
He alone heard his father’s reply.
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Azer gets to his feet and begins brushing off the dust and the dirt. Looking around he realizes just how lucky he was. Heightened elven senses have once again saved his life. If he had been a split second slower he would have been under that pile of rocks that now blocks the corridor.
His attention is drawn by a light he catches out of the corner of his eye. Walking as if in a daze into the room the hair on his arms starts to rise, “What power” he whispers as he stands before a corridor completely engulfed with flowing streams of energy. He reaches out to touch one of the streams when a thought crosses his mind, “Mae”. He turns to the rest of his companions noticing for the first time that she did not make it through the cave in. “Mae!” He shouts as he runs back toward the rocks.
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Corelithorn Ca’Dish is a brilliant but humble Elf living out his long life in the large city Suzail at the base of the Stormhorn Mountains. He, his wife Velle’Torna and there two children run a magic shop on the main plaza. “It’s a good life”, he thinks to himself as he heads to a back room of his shop.
This back room is his little workshop where he “tinkers” with various inventions and experiments. It’s filled with books, scrolls, and all kinds of liquids and powders. In the center of the room there are even a few body parts for the iron golem he’s been working on for 20 years. It’s his pride and joy. Sometimes he comes into the workshop just to polish his massive creation. “Almost done”, he thinks to himself “only another 10 years and he will be ready”.
One day a member of the Sidhe enters his shop. “Good afternoon sir” Corelithorn says with eyes wide. He knew there was a colony of winged elves that lived in the mountains but had never seen one. “What can I do for you?” The words seem insufficient for this great honor but it was all he could think of to say. The winged elf does not seem to hear him. Corelithorn turns beet red realizing that he was speaking common to this noble elf. He repeats the question in elvish. The elf turns to Corelithorn with a slight frown and puts out his hand to initiate the elven traditional greetings. He had not used this greeting in almost 100 years but he stumbles his way through it realizing that something’s you never forget. “My name is Ce’Lith Greyling I am leader of the Bain Sidhe. The question is not what you can do for me but rather”, Ce’Lith pauses as if to consider the wisdom of what he is about to say, “What I can do for you and WE can do for all of Elf kind”. “Is there some place where we can speak in private?” Ce’Lith asks. “Certainly my lord” Corelithorn stammers “This way”.
He leads the winged elf into his workshop. Ce’Lith starts looking around and begins nodding his head as if something was being confirmed. “I have a gift for you” He says. From out of his pocket he pulls out a small glowing box and extends it to Corelithorn. “What is it?” he asks. With a smile Ce’Lith says “power”. With wide eyes Corelithorn takes the small box which is surprisingly heavy and cool to the touch. “Power?” he asks. “Yes” says Ce’Lith “It is called Cold Fission and it is yours”.
OOC: I am sorry but I can’t remember the name of the city Corelithorn lives in. I will add it to this post as soon as I am able to look it up.
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Warren awoke with a start, his eyes wide in horror, his breath coming in rapid, shallow breaths. In the silence of the dark room, the noise of his racing heartbeat was almost deafening. Warren’s clothing hung off him, soaked with his freezing sweat.
His breath slowing, Warren ran a hand through his damp unkempt hair, and peered into the darkness of his accommodations, casting his memory back, trying to remember where he was.
The swamp… Shazram’s tower! That was it. Warren sighed, a sense of security washing over him. At least he was safe within the walls of this place. Turning around on the bed, Warren began to arrange the pillows, drawing the sheets closer around him as he did so to ward off the frigid air.
*Click*
Warren froze. Silence. His heart had increased in pace once again, as he listened intently to the silence in the room, waiting. Nothing. Warren berated himself for being so nervous, and continued with his task, plumping up the pillows one by one.
A rapid succession of clicks sounded from across the room, louder than before. Warren froze again, listening to the disturbance. The noise seemed familiar somehow, although Warren couldn’t quite place it. Mastering his fear, Warren slowly turned back around, straining to see through the thick darkness that pervaded the room. That clicking, like the sound of so many feet on the cold stone floor. Or on the cold stone ceiling. Warren looked up sharply, but he already knew what was up there.
Eight red orbs glowed dimly from the above his bed. Moving slowly, his eyes transfixed on those symmetrically arranged eyes above him, Warren slid his right hand from under the sheets towards the table beside his bed, towards his trusty sword that he had left there for just such an occasion. He felt the cold steel hilt against his palm, but something else also. Something cold and furry. Something moving. Warren jerked his hand away in fright, sending the sword to the floor with an almighty crash, out of reach.
A large glob of liquid dripped down from the ceiling, and began at once to melt away at the sheet with a quiet hissing sound.
The eyes above him were moving, coming closer towards him. He had to get out of there. His eyes sought out a thin horizontal line of light on the floor, indicating the presence of the door there. But even as Warren prepared himself to spring out of bed, he knew it was too late. The red eyes dropped down towards him. Huge legs pierced his body; the bed creaked loudly and collapsed under the extra weight. The stench was horrific, and Warren immediately threw up, covering one of the eyes that now filled his field of vision. A sticky liquid oozed onto his face and neck, burning horrifically, as needle-sharp teeth pierced his throat, filling his windpipe with his own, warm blood…
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Warren awoke with a start, his eyes wide in horror, his breath coming in rapid, shallow breaths. In the silence of the dark room, the noise of his racing heartbeat was almost deafening. Warren’s clothing hung off him, soaked with his freezing sweat.
There would be enough time for the cycle to repeat another three times before Warren finally awoke the next morning.
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You have been tossed through the Askari Gate by an enormous demon that claims to me Mae’s son. It seemed important to him that you go back in time to destroy the Gate of the past. As he tossed you in you could hear him laughingly say, “Say hi to daddy for me”. Perhaps the destruction of the Gate is only one of the reasons he wishes you to go back in time.
The Gate drops you right in the middle of an ocean. You quickly sink to the bottom and start to drown. As you began loosing your consciousness you see as if in a dream a beautiful green skinned elf.
You awoke on board a ship. The first thing you noticed was the strange smell. It’s impossible to place but it’s as if the world simply smells different….alien even. You can’t tell any land marks from where you are because it’s in the middle of the ocean. The ships captain is kind to you though very business like. His standard transportation fee is 20 gold a piece but since you were not onboard for the whole ride he would take 50 gold for all of you.
The ships captain tells you (with great surprise and suspension) that a Sea Elf saved your life and brought you on board. Not wishing to upset the Sea Elves he happily took you on board. His next stop is a city called Harrowdale. You never make it to Harrodale……
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Events that led Anoikis, Morgan and Dale to the grove of Maelstrom:
Anoikis, Morgan and Dale have all known each other for several years now. Anoikis met Dale right after he purchased a boat and needed a small crew. Dale applied for the job and though he had little sailing experience Dale looked as if he could handle himself in a fight so he hired him.
They traveled around Moonsea fishing, transporting cargo and ferrying people around. It was during this time that the two became great friends. This is also when they witnessed the evil and cruelty of the Zhentarians. Anoikis and Dale started working out ways to undermine the Zhents whenever an opportunity arose. This activity got there attention and a price was placed on their head. The two of them were ambushed by Zhentarian mercenaries and about to be killed when a Cleric of Helm named Morgan came to there rescue. He had been following the Zhentarian task force for many days. He hated the Zhentarians even more than they did and had been attacking them at every opportunity. Now that the Keep knew who you were it was decided that the three needed to head out of the Moonsea until things blew over.
The three sailed south into the Dragon Reach Sea. Along the way they discussed the legend of Myth Drannor and the Heroic exploits of Abbadon and the Claw. It was rumored that evil was once again growing in the ruins and that Abbadon was looking for adventures to help hold the monsters at bay. Plus the treasures to be found in the ruins are also legendary.
So it was decided that the three of you would sail to Harrow Dale re supply and then head northwest into the Myth Drannor forest to the Crossroads Tavern to seek Abbadon.
They never made it to Harrow Dale……
Near the mouth of the Scar Dale River just north of Harrow Dale you spotted a ship sinking in the distance. The ship looked abandoned and badly damaged.
Without warning the Suhaunguin attacked! The three fought them off but the ship was badly damaged. They had to seek port immediately or they too would sink. They spotted a small port at the Danlet Township. The town had been completely sacked but military forces had driven the Fish men back.
They attempted to purchase supplies to repair the ship but the only merchant (Grano) in the area had already left for the crossroads tavern the day before. Following the caravan trail they met up with Grano at his camp just outside the tavern. He did not have the supplies needed to repair the ship but would return with them on his next trip in a few weeks.
They headed into the tavern to speak with the legendary Abbadon. He tells them that he has already sent a small party to speak with Maelstrom the Druid concerning the activity of the Suhaunguin. It is of great importance that the reason for their strange behavior be discovered.
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anoikis
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To my friends Dale and Morgan;
This is a time of reflection.
The fates have woven our different paths together for, what has it been, over 3 years now?
My friend Dale, when we met you seemed to me a rabble-rouser human who liked a good ale as much as a good woman!
well, of course I was right! But our friendship has progressed far beyond that of a captain and mate. I never told you, but I really didn't hire you because of that summer's worth of experience you had as a teenager on the fishing boat- I hired you because I knew these waters were dangerous and your scars and arm-girth bespoke of one who would be of use in many ways!!!
Over these years on the Moonsea, through great fishing days and no-fish days, through she-elves, women, and that gnomess, though ales, mead, and even a little wine (remember her?), through cargoes legal and 'no questions asked,' AND through passengers shady and noble- you have far exceeded any expectations I had as a worker, and more importantly, as a friend.
Remember our first few weeks together? You really didn't know a damn thing about elves!
I think our friendship strengthened dramatically when our hatred for the Zhents blossomed.
And Morgan, you silly law-abiding priest! I have had the pleasure of trying to corrupt you more than once!
You saved our lives that day on the docks. Remember the ambush?! How in the name of Correllion you happened to be there I will never know.
Well, my friends, we have had good years and all of us have lived well.
Now we face a new challenge. We have ANOTHER enemy, the fishmen. The Daebean is badly damaged, no parts are available for awhile. Our livelihood has been taken away.
My friends, as the Daebean's Captain, but more importantly, as your friend, I promise that we will weather this storm much like all of the others we weathered on the Moonsea.
This Abbadon is a legend. He will have work for us. We will stay together.
Hells, I seem to be growing more like my father every day; neglecting the sea for the life of adventure!
A toast, friends:
To Dale: the tough, the strong, a ladies' legend in his own mind!
To Morgan: the wise, the devout, the enemy of those who are dead but live!
To the Daebean: our home, our tavern, our life
Death to the dark elves, the undead, and the Zhents!
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Dale smiles at you with his sly grin, "here here! Ah Mtor, always the optimist! At least with our feet on dry land we stand a chance against the fish men. In their territory we don't do so well!
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