Chosen of Valkur
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4 Uktar The Rotting, 1372 DR Year of Wild Magic
It is late Autum in the City of Splendors, the cold winds of the Sea of Swords brings cold rains and winds to the city's people almost daily. Most of the wealthy folk who prefer warmer climes have closed thier shops or homes and have left for warmer ports, such as Calimport. The poor of Waterdeep have no choice in the matter however. Yes the City of Splendors is preparing for another winter season. However all is not well in Faerun, to the east in the great desert of Anauroch a group of travellers have returned. They are called the Shades, and rumors abound on the streets of the city, that they are the heirs of old Netheril. Grim tales indeed! Waterdeep and the Lord's Alliance has even dispatched an army to Evereska to investigate...
It had been a cold and rainy night in Waterdeep, and this morning has been no better. A slow and wet drizziling rain falls on the city, backed by a fierce north wind. Snow will soon be coming to Waterdeep. You find yourself in Anchoret's Court in Waterdeep's Southern Ward to purchase some supplies. When suddenly you see an old white beared man in a traditional wizard outfit running out of a house, yelling "Shalara, where have you gone!" A strange creature about the size of a small halfling, that looks like some kind of Gargoyle, files behind the man franticly trying to catch up, but is unable to because he is carrying a large cloak. "Master, you need your cloak, wait up."
It is late Autum in the City of Splendors, the cold winds of the Sea of Swords brings cold rains and winds to the city's people almost daily. Most of the wealthy folk who prefer warmer climes have closed thier shops or homes and have left for warmer ports, such as Calimport. The poor of Waterdeep have no choice in the matter however. Yes the City of Splendors is preparing for another winter season. However all is not well in Faerun, to the east in the great desert of Anauroch a group of travellers have returned. They are called the Shades, and rumors abound on the streets of the city, that they are the heirs of old Netheril. Grim tales indeed! Waterdeep and the Lord's Alliance has even dispatched an army to Evereska to investigate...
It had been a cold and rainy night in Waterdeep, and this morning has been no better. A slow and wet drizziling rain falls on the city, backed by a fierce north wind. Snow will soon be coming to Waterdeep. You find yourself in Anchoret's Court in Waterdeep's Southern Ward to purchase some supplies. When suddenly you see an old white beared man in a traditional wizard outfit running out of a house, yelling "Shalara, where have you gone!" A strange creature about the size of a small halfling, that looks like some kind of Gargoyle, files behind the man franticly trying to catch up, but is unable to because he is carrying a large cloak. "Master, you need your cloak, wait up."
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