Silver Moon
Adventurer
The following is a new D&D campaign set in the lands described in the following campaign setting:
http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?t=31874
The first module of this campaign, following the introduction, will be “Cry Wolf” by Nicolas Logue from Dungeon Magazine #102.
Cast of Characters
Aidon, male human fighter (Maldur)
Corlen, male human ranger (Sir Osis of Liver)
Dardaleria Llyr, female elf wizard (Kriskrafts)
Pelaem Llyr, male elf cleric/bard (SteveJung)
Chapter One, “Arrival at Brondani”
The first light of dawn shined down upon the large wagon filled with animal pelts and other trade goods as it exited the forested hills. Aidon noticed that the wind was blowing in from the southeast bringing with it the aroma of the ocean. The farmhouses, roadside inns and the shops of various tradesmen that followed were a welcome sight after several days of traveling through the dark wilderness. They soon reached the Silver Spring River, and the wagon master stopped to pay the customary fee to cross it. The river was the outer boundary to Aidon’s destination, the Kingdom of Brondani.
Aidon’s profession was that of a caravan guard and he found it fortunate to have found employment with a merchant heading to the same place, being able to profit from the journey rather than having to pay for passage. The wagon quickly made its way through the various townships that comprised the outer city regions. Aidon then saw the distant walls of the city proper, his journey finally coming to a close. It had been many years since he last visited Brondani, one of the finest cities on the continent. One aspect of this city that always stood out to him was its cleanliness, a stark contrast to most of the other urban areas on he continent. The aristocrats who ruled the city took great pride in its appearance and required the residents to properly and discreetly dispose of all refuse.
This city’s history was well known, Brondani having been founded some 4,500 years earlier by a human family of that name. During the next millennia they turned it into a thriving port city. The city itself had been segmented into a dozen different districts that the lead family of that district ruled. These twelve noble houses developed into an aristocracy, with each house ranked by its level of importance.
At the end of the city’s second millennium Llyretra Llyr, an elvan bard and noble from the distant Silvanost Kingdom, approached the Brondani Family. Silvanost was an elvan land that had been founded by elves that were blessed with extended lifespans by their deity Corellon Larethian.
Llyretra told the Brondanis' how a schism had developed in that Kingdom between the elvan nobles that had welcomed humans into the Silvanost community and those felt that the elves should remain segregated. Lyretra’s father, an elvan bard named Llyr, had worked diligently to keep the two factions at peace but this when he was assassinated. Both factions blamed the other for the crime and a civil war nearly erupted. The leader of the elvan-purity faction chose instead to depart with his followers, taking with him nearly forty percent of Silvanost’s population. They traveled some 800 miles westward to then create the Kingdom of Mengale.
Conflicts later developed with the remaining Silvanost population as a result of the loss of so many long-time residents. Llyretra became the spokesperson for the elvan families in opposition to dictates of the Silvanost Queen. Her response to their protests was to invite them to also depart. Llyretra’s visit to Brondani was to ask for a place to bring these elves to. The Brondani family granted her a large tract of open land adjacent to the city and equal in size. The elvan area was designed to mirror that of the human settlement, with twelve districts each ruled by a ranked aristocratic house.
The wagon with Aidon soon reached the Mayville District in the human half of the city. Each district specialized in a different profession, this one being home for armor makers and leather workers. Aidon’s guard responsibilities came to a close as the wagon master stopped at the shop of a potential customer. The wagon master paid Aidon the agreed upon fee for his services and they parted company.
Aidon gathered up his belongings and headed down the street. He stopped for a meal at the nearest inn and inquired from the innkeeper as to the locally observed calendar date, confirming that it was when he thought. That meant that his scheduled appointment was this afternoon. Following the meal he received directions his destination in the elvan half of the city. He soon reached Angachilion Street, the main business thoroughfare for several of the elvan districts.
The mentor’s note instructed him to go to The Silver Chalice, a silversmith shop in the Llyr District. He continued up the street, passing under large shade trees lining the road. That meant that he was now in the Maegolkarien District, a part of the city known for its link to nature. He walked by various shops nature-related shops that catered to druids and alchemists, followed by businesses selling items designed for use by hunters, trappers and other outdoorsmen. He passed by the Oaken Shaft Tavern and Inn unaware that he would soon cross paths with one of the patrons inside.
Inside the tavern, Corlen was finishing his second tankard of beer. The human ranger had visited the Brondani twice before but still felt uneasy in these large urban settings. Corlen was a wanderer and he enjoyed being alone in the forests. This part of the city at least knew how to keep a fair amount of their trees, giving him greater comfort than he would have had in other areas. He had arrived the day before and his room at the inn had been comfortable enough, but he would have been just as happy sleeping under the stars.
The other patrons in the tavern were ignoring Corlen, which was something he didn’t mind. It was not that Corlen disliked people; rather he was indifferent towards them. What he couldn’t stand was when people were dishonest, hiding their true thoughts and opinions behind flowery or indeterminate language. If everyone was honest and would just speak what was on his or her minds everyone would be better off.
The day was now starting getting on and Corlen decided that maybe he’d better be getting on with his business. He pulled out a crumbled up piece of parchment in his pocket and reread what was written on it “The Silver Chalice – Llyr District - Brondani”. “Some type of job, they need a skilled ranger” is what his friend had told him. Corlen didn’t know what the job would be, but he hoped that it would pay well. His friend had assured him that it would be. He waved to the tavern owner, intending to settle his account and depart. But by the time the half-elvan proprietor reached the table he reconsidered and ordered another beer
http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?t=31874
The first module of this campaign, following the introduction, will be “Cry Wolf” by Nicolas Logue from Dungeon Magazine #102.
Cast of Characters
Aidon, male human fighter (Maldur)
Corlen, male human ranger (Sir Osis of Liver)
Dardaleria Llyr, female elf wizard (Kriskrafts)
Pelaem Llyr, male elf cleric/bard (SteveJung)
Chapter One, “Arrival at Brondani”
The first light of dawn shined down upon the large wagon filled with animal pelts and other trade goods as it exited the forested hills. Aidon noticed that the wind was blowing in from the southeast bringing with it the aroma of the ocean. The farmhouses, roadside inns and the shops of various tradesmen that followed were a welcome sight after several days of traveling through the dark wilderness. They soon reached the Silver Spring River, and the wagon master stopped to pay the customary fee to cross it. The river was the outer boundary to Aidon’s destination, the Kingdom of Brondani.
Aidon’s profession was that of a caravan guard and he found it fortunate to have found employment with a merchant heading to the same place, being able to profit from the journey rather than having to pay for passage. The wagon quickly made its way through the various townships that comprised the outer city regions. Aidon then saw the distant walls of the city proper, his journey finally coming to a close. It had been many years since he last visited Brondani, one of the finest cities on the continent. One aspect of this city that always stood out to him was its cleanliness, a stark contrast to most of the other urban areas on he continent. The aristocrats who ruled the city took great pride in its appearance and required the residents to properly and discreetly dispose of all refuse.
This city’s history was well known, Brondani having been founded some 4,500 years earlier by a human family of that name. During the next millennia they turned it into a thriving port city. The city itself had been segmented into a dozen different districts that the lead family of that district ruled. These twelve noble houses developed into an aristocracy, with each house ranked by its level of importance.
At the end of the city’s second millennium Llyretra Llyr, an elvan bard and noble from the distant Silvanost Kingdom, approached the Brondani Family. Silvanost was an elvan land that had been founded by elves that were blessed with extended lifespans by their deity Corellon Larethian.
Llyretra told the Brondanis' how a schism had developed in that Kingdom between the elvan nobles that had welcomed humans into the Silvanost community and those felt that the elves should remain segregated. Lyretra’s father, an elvan bard named Llyr, had worked diligently to keep the two factions at peace but this when he was assassinated. Both factions blamed the other for the crime and a civil war nearly erupted. The leader of the elvan-purity faction chose instead to depart with his followers, taking with him nearly forty percent of Silvanost’s population. They traveled some 800 miles westward to then create the Kingdom of Mengale.
Conflicts later developed with the remaining Silvanost population as a result of the loss of so many long-time residents. Llyretra became the spokesperson for the elvan families in opposition to dictates of the Silvanost Queen. Her response to their protests was to invite them to also depart. Llyretra’s visit to Brondani was to ask for a place to bring these elves to. The Brondani family granted her a large tract of open land adjacent to the city and equal in size. The elvan area was designed to mirror that of the human settlement, with twelve districts each ruled by a ranked aristocratic house.
The wagon with Aidon soon reached the Mayville District in the human half of the city. Each district specialized in a different profession, this one being home for armor makers and leather workers. Aidon’s guard responsibilities came to a close as the wagon master stopped at the shop of a potential customer. The wagon master paid Aidon the agreed upon fee for his services and they parted company.
Aidon gathered up his belongings and headed down the street. He stopped for a meal at the nearest inn and inquired from the innkeeper as to the locally observed calendar date, confirming that it was when he thought. That meant that his scheduled appointment was this afternoon. Following the meal he received directions his destination in the elvan half of the city. He soon reached Angachilion Street, the main business thoroughfare for several of the elvan districts.
The mentor’s note instructed him to go to The Silver Chalice, a silversmith shop in the Llyr District. He continued up the street, passing under large shade trees lining the road. That meant that he was now in the Maegolkarien District, a part of the city known for its link to nature. He walked by various shops nature-related shops that catered to druids and alchemists, followed by businesses selling items designed for use by hunters, trappers and other outdoorsmen. He passed by the Oaken Shaft Tavern and Inn unaware that he would soon cross paths with one of the patrons inside.
Inside the tavern, Corlen was finishing his second tankard of beer. The human ranger had visited the Brondani twice before but still felt uneasy in these large urban settings. Corlen was a wanderer and he enjoyed being alone in the forests. This part of the city at least knew how to keep a fair amount of their trees, giving him greater comfort than he would have had in other areas. He had arrived the day before and his room at the inn had been comfortable enough, but he would have been just as happy sleeping under the stars.
The other patrons in the tavern were ignoring Corlen, which was something he didn’t mind. It was not that Corlen disliked people; rather he was indifferent towards them. What he couldn’t stand was when people were dishonest, hiding their true thoughts and opinions behind flowery or indeterminate language. If everyone was honest and would just speak what was on his or her minds everyone would be better off.
The day was now starting getting on and Corlen decided that maybe he’d better be getting on with his business. He pulled out a crumbled up piece of parchment in his pocket and reread what was written on it “The Silver Chalice – Llyr District - Brondani”. “Some type of job, they need a skilled ranger” is what his friend had told him. Corlen didn’t know what the job would be, but he hoped that it would pay well. His friend had assured him that it would be. He waved to the tavern owner, intending to settle his account and depart. But by the time the half-elvan proprietor reached the table he reconsidered and ordered another beer