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41st lv DM
So your party has heard rumors of Ten Towns. What have they heard?
Anyways, when they get there let them find .....a prosperous resort town.
In the only tavern they find a grisly trophy tacked up above the fireplaces mantle - the desiccated scalp & ears of a Dark Elf.
If/when they express interest? Have the barkeep charge them a GP each to hear the tale, that inspired a legend, that's in turn provided the town a steady stream of income via tourism.
That once upon a time there were rumors of drow activity in the area. That it turned out to be true! That an old ranger went missing & a lone drow was sighted. So the good folk hunted it down with bow, spear and sword. And hunting dogs. Maybe spells as well. Or maybe the town just hired a band of adventurers to do this (because isn't that what happens when monsters are sighted?)....
Anyways, eventually cornered, the vile thing tried one last desperate trick to save its life - it claimed "But wait! I'm not evil. I'm a good drow!"
To wich the hunters all had a great chuckle (because not even the dogs believed that!) & replied "Yeah, a good & DEAD drow." Shot it full of arrows, cut off it's head, & returned to the tavern to split up the loot & have a stiff drink in memory of the towns dead ranger.
It was never determined why there was only ever 1 drow encountered. But everyone thanked the gods it wasn't more.
Many years later a bard by the name of RAS heard the tale. Inspired he went on to pen a whole series of crappy dime novels about "The good drow of the north". And thus was born the legend of Drizz't Do'urden.
And sometime after that? Fans of the series from across the Realms began trekking up to Icewind Dale....
Anyways, when they get there let them find .....a prosperous resort town.
In the only tavern they find a grisly trophy tacked up above the fireplaces mantle - the desiccated scalp & ears of a Dark Elf.
If/when they express interest? Have the barkeep charge them a GP each to hear the tale, that inspired a legend, that's in turn provided the town a steady stream of income via tourism.
That once upon a time there were rumors of drow activity in the area. That it turned out to be true! That an old ranger went missing & a lone drow was sighted. So the good folk hunted it down with bow, spear and sword. And hunting dogs. Maybe spells as well. Or maybe the town just hired a band of adventurers to do this (because isn't that what happens when monsters are sighted?)....
Anyways, eventually cornered, the vile thing tried one last desperate trick to save its life - it claimed "But wait! I'm not evil. I'm a good drow!"
To wich the hunters all had a great chuckle (because not even the dogs believed that!) & replied "Yeah, a good & DEAD drow." Shot it full of arrows, cut off it's head, & returned to the tavern to split up the loot & have a stiff drink in memory of the towns dead ranger.
It was never determined why there was only ever 1 drow encountered. But everyone thanked the gods it wasn't more.
Many years later a bard by the name of RAS heard the tale. Inspired he went on to pen a whole series of crappy dime novels about "The good drow of the north". And thus was born the legend of Drizz't Do'urden.
And sometime after that? Fans of the series from across the Realms began trekking up to Icewind Dale....
