Sorry about the delay, folks; my internet had a little hiccough that kept me from logging in for a while. I just wanted to run one final idea by you all for the opening scenes of our campaign before I make the first post.
Primes: [sblock] In Cormyr's port city of Marsember, Heinrich, Jacoby, and Sindr receive an impassioned plea from the wife of a mutual friend -- one Hagen Vanuz, who disappeared quite suddenly. Hagen had, in one way or another, played a significant role in each of your lives. Hagen offered his aid to the gnome Jacoby when the former slave had nowhere to turn; Hagen had taken Sindr under his wing as a favor to the boy's parent's. Hagen was also a devout follower of Heironeous, and worked closely with the Church as a historian. Given his expertise in the area, explorers and treasure hunters came to him frequently for his thoughts on this trinket or that artifact.
As Hagen's wife explains, her husband's disappearance seemed to be tied to the object of his latest research. A brief investigation of the man's room revealed two peculiar items of note. The first was the presence of an odd black iron mask, set on Hagen's desk and surrounded by research notes.
The second was the presence of a glowing, swirling portal which silently hovered within the frame of the room's only window.
Perhaps out of a sense of duty, or comraderie, or simply a desire to explore the unknown; but you have a feeling that the best -- perhaps only -- way to get your friend back is to go in after him.
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Planars: [sblock]Although the Grand Bazaar in Sigil's Market Ward isn't particularly known for its portals to the Prime, any berk knew that it wasn't unsual to see some clueless sod pop in practically anywhere in the City. What
was unusual was hearing a clueless sod babbling about "Darkspine" practically before his feet even touchd the ground. It was also unusual to see a scowling barbazu shove its way through the Bazaar crowds, grab the same prime by the scruff of his neck, and haul him off to -- somewhere.
'Course, Cagers are used to unusual. When three more bashers fall out of the same portal as the first in short order, looking all cage-struck, most bodies didn't even seem to notice.
You noticed, though; something about those three seemed to demand your attention. At the very least, they'd need the help of a real blood -- someone keen on the ways of the planes -- if they wanted a deva's chance in the Abyss of surviving the City of Doors.[/sblock]
DireLemming, BlindAzathoth: I don't need them immediately, but the sooner I can get a charater sheet from you posted in the Character Gallery, the better. To answer your question, Lemming; no, I won't
need your equipment list at the very start, but you'll probably want to put something down before the adventure begins in earnest.
All: I think we're about ready to do this thang.
If most everyone's fine with the proposed prologues posted above (read: if I don't hear screams of displeasure), I'll go ahead with the first post tomorrow morning.
