Of course we don't know what is beaing said in his diary, but I'm commenting on the post, said comment being that Richter isn't giving Alya credit for information finding, which he isn't. So if you want to nitpick A) Unless Richter was spying in the brush he wouldn't know WHAT Alya did to get the information, just that the guard came back gagged, and slightly goofy looking B) Alya was the only one to get information out of either of the fighters WE doesn't really come into it, unlike fighting the wyvern which was a TEAM effort.
Banewarrens d20 (Angelsboi's party)
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Angelsboi
First Post
From the diary of Sir Richter Belmont, House Belmont
We awoke the next morn and rode to Peldan's Helm with the Zhent prisoners in tow. We dropped them off and each of us went about our own ways. Alya went to Elliar with the spellbook and he wished to copy the spell. We had exactly two days in Peldan's Helm. Darian was antsy to get back to Tilverton. i dont blame him. The Dales are pretty in the spring but home in Cormyr is home.
* * *
We arrived back in Tilverton as Erin went to the Loremaster with Alya. Erin dropped off mummy wrappings and zombie bits whiel Alya delivered a spellbook. She brought us back a sizable sum for the book. Maybe I should rethink my opinion of her. I mean, one minute Alya is a friend, a comrad. The next she is screwing the brains out of Zhentim soldiers for information.
Darian went to the temple of Lethander but Brother valgrum and his superiors were out on a mission with some of the acolytes. A young handsome paladin was there though. Darian explained about what he had found and his theories on a paladin weilding the sword. I had looked at it and it was very unbalanced and a poor weapon due to the blade being made of copper.
The paladin said it was indeed a fake and that Darian should come with him to the back. They vanished and i hung around. Darian came back and said the sword was still there. We now knew that there was a hidden door somewhere in the crypt. If there was indeed another door, then we needed to be prepared and if we were to keep coming into Cormyr to drop things off, we needed a charter. We found a merchant train heading to Arabel and Suzail.
We decided to hop the caravan to Suzail. It was the only place Darian and I knew of that had a fully stocked church of Lethander since Valgrum was gone and a church to Kelemvore. We needed to get there to unlock the secrets of our family heirlooms. If we were going to face the undead, it may help to have some magic behind us. Everyone agreed and we set off to our first destination, Arabel for our charter.
On the road, we passed through the Stormhorn mountains though the rain slowed us. We came upon peasants on the road heading from Castle Crag to Tilverton. They claimed they were beseiged by a dragon. Young Fiddle, always impetous, began inquiring about the dragon. Daraian and I gave the beggers some alms and eventually we arrived at Castle Crag. While there we werent much liked, being adventurers and all. My great uncle Trevor used to be a purple dragon before he passed on in the line of duty.
That night, we were awoken by the noise of something terrible. The group ran from the barracks to the outside only to discover a beast with wings and a sharp tail. Erin called it a wyvern. Growing up in Cormyr and passiing through the Stormhorns, he was right. I had never seen one personally but i had seen pictures and illusions.
It was a quick battle and we lost two caravan guards, the wagon and a couple of horses. I was stung but quite lucky that nothing impaired me. Erin and Alya got the stinger claiming they needed it for the Loremaster. The wagonmaster decided to bury the ore in the wagon that was lost with the buried dead. Darian aided me with the Final Rites.
We left the next morning heading to Arabel. The wagoneer gave us our 25 gold pieces once we arrived in Arabel. While there, we recieved our adventuring charter under the name The Company of the Stormslayers. We stayed in town that night and in the morning, we leave for Suzail. The home of Darian and myself. We may be able to stay at my family's home or perhaps Darians. We also ran into Armillia's, a traveling bard who appears to specialize in daggers.
So now we head off to Suzail. Darian needs to see the temple of Lethander. I need to see the church of Kelemvore and both of us need to unlock the secrets of our family bloodlines. Although along this journey, i have discovered that Darian is a lot alike me. We both have tattoos of our family bloodlines. I just hope i can express myself eventually to Darian but he seems to have his God on his mind Maybe i shouldnt focus on him and i should devote my undying devotion to Kelemvore, which i have. Being around Darian has come close to opening my eyes in a new light. The enlightenment is there but the sign, the Epiphany, is what im awaiting.
We awoke the next morn and rode to Peldan's Helm with the Zhent prisoners in tow. We dropped them off and each of us went about our own ways. Alya went to Elliar with the spellbook and he wished to copy the spell. We had exactly two days in Peldan's Helm. Darian was antsy to get back to Tilverton. i dont blame him. The Dales are pretty in the spring but home in Cormyr is home.
* * *
We arrived back in Tilverton as Erin went to the Loremaster with Alya. Erin dropped off mummy wrappings and zombie bits whiel Alya delivered a spellbook. She brought us back a sizable sum for the book. Maybe I should rethink my opinion of her. I mean, one minute Alya is a friend, a comrad. The next she is screwing the brains out of Zhentim soldiers for information.
Darian went to the temple of Lethander but Brother valgrum and his superiors were out on a mission with some of the acolytes. A young handsome paladin was there though. Darian explained about what he had found and his theories on a paladin weilding the sword. I had looked at it and it was very unbalanced and a poor weapon due to the blade being made of copper.
The paladin said it was indeed a fake and that Darian should come with him to the back. They vanished and i hung around. Darian came back and said the sword was still there. We now knew that there was a hidden door somewhere in the crypt. If there was indeed another door, then we needed to be prepared and if we were to keep coming into Cormyr to drop things off, we needed a charter. We found a merchant train heading to Arabel and Suzail.
We decided to hop the caravan to Suzail. It was the only place Darian and I knew of that had a fully stocked church of Lethander since Valgrum was gone and a church to Kelemvore. We needed to get there to unlock the secrets of our family heirlooms. If we were going to face the undead, it may help to have some magic behind us. Everyone agreed and we set off to our first destination, Arabel for our charter.
On the road, we passed through the Stormhorn mountains though the rain slowed us. We came upon peasants on the road heading from Castle Crag to Tilverton. They claimed they were beseiged by a dragon. Young Fiddle, always impetous, began inquiring about the dragon. Daraian and I gave the beggers some alms and eventually we arrived at Castle Crag. While there we werent much liked, being adventurers and all. My great uncle Trevor used to be a purple dragon before he passed on in the line of duty.
That night, we were awoken by the noise of something terrible. The group ran from the barracks to the outside only to discover a beast with wings and a sharp tail. Erin called it a wyvern. Growing up in Cormyr and passiing through the Stormhorns, he was right. I had never seen one personally but i had seen pictures and illusions.
It was a quick battle and we lost two caravan guards, the wagon and a couple of horses. I was stung but quite lucky that nothing impaired me. Erin and Alya got the stinger claiming they needed it for the Loremaster. The wagonmaster decided to bury the ore in the wagon that was lost with the buried dead. Darian aided me with the Final Rites.
We left the next morning heading to Arabel. The wagoneer gave us our 25 gold pieces once we arrived in Arabel. While there, we recieved our adventuring charter under the name The Company of the Stormslayers. We stayed in town that night and in the morning, we leave for Suzail. The home of Darian and myself. We may be able to stay at my family's home or perhaps Darians. We also ran into Armillia's, a traveling bard who appears to specialize in daggers.
So now we head off to Suzail. Darian needs to see the temple of Lethander. I need to see the church of Kelemvore and both of us need to unlock the secrets of our family bloodlines. Although along this journey, i have discovered that Darian is a lot alike me. We both have tattoos of our family bloodlines. I just hope i can express myself eventually to Darian but he seems to have his God on his mind Maybe i shouldnt focus on him and i should devote my undying devotion to Kelemvore, which i have. Being around Darian has come close to opening my eyes in a new light. The enlightenment is there but the sign, the Epiphany, is what im awaiting.
Angelsboi
First Post
((OOC there. Edited to make you happy. I wasnt taking credit, nor would i want to. Richter tried to intimidate one and coulda cared less about their plans. Although lawful, he despises anyone associated with Bane. Sorry if you thought i was taking credit but the credit is all yours.
And you werent the only one who got information. Erin did too. I left the camp when you took the man off trying to be all seductive.
But i edited it so you can get your credit. Now lets drop it.))
And you werent the only one who got information. Erin did too. I left the camp when you took the man off trying to be all seductive.
But i edited it so you can get your credit. Now lets drop it.))
diaglo
Adventurer
THe parting
As the party acquired rooms at the Five Flagons Inn in Suzail, Amaryllis blended into the crowd. Without even a word of goodbye she was gone. Fiddle felt a little sad, but accepted this turn of fate. At least for a brief time he had the company of a fellow hin, and such an outgoing and lively one at that. She had left more than an impression on Fiddle’s thoughts. She had given him a ring, a very familiar ring. And he in turn gave her a token, a set of picks and tools. While out on his own gathering information about the comings and goings of the community, Fiddle examined the ring more closely. A signet ring with seal of House Belmont, Richter’s ring. Oh, Richter wasn’t going to be happy. An image flashed into Fiddle’s brain. He remembered Amaryllis’ first little tune. Erin. Erin was just too good. He must’ve observed the acquisition and told the lady to be rid of the evidence. Well, no matter, Fiddle felt important anyway. She had chosen him to return it.
Fiddle struggled back to the inn after a somewhat fruitful day. He met the others. They discussed what they had heard:
- Orc and Gnolls are raiding the Northride, collecting tolls and waylaying travelers
- There are rumors of drow activity near Shadowdale
- Strange lights and sounds have been heard near Tilver’s Keep
- Lord Hawklin of Suzail is looking to hire adventurers to chase down orc bandits in the Stonelands.
- The Church of Lathander is hiring adventurers to quest after some sword.
- Brigands haunt the roads between Arabel and Tilverton
- A dragon has been hunting the hills south of Tilverton.
- A caravan is hiring guards for a trip to Ashabenford by way of Tilver’s Gap.
- Adventurers are hunting for the lair of the dragon that killed King Azoun; it hasn’t been found yet.
- Goblins have been raiding from the mountains around High Horn; Purple Dragon patrols haven’t found their lair.
- Alusair intends to grant the title of Baron of the Stonelands to anyone who can build a castle there and hold it for a year against the goblins.
- The Red Wizards have been given permission to set up a trading enclave in Suzail.
- Daggerdale has made peace with the Zhentarim; together they will strike out at the Dales, then Cormyr!
- A large merchant caravan just arrived in Suzail from Sembia, bringing all manner of goods.
- Wyverns have been attacking herds north of Immersea.
- The Steel Regent is considering calling in her banners for a strike against the goblins in the Storm Horns.
- The crown has raised taxes yet again to pay for the rebuilding of Arabel.
- The crown is bankrupt after last year’s war! The treasury is empty and the crown is forced to take loans from Red Wizards.
"What to do and where to go next?" Erin asked. "I think we should try and see about buying some more Fireball scrolls."
"I agree," Alya added. "But where?"
"Perhaps the War Wizards," Darian suggested.
Sully and Richter begged off. Both had business in town. The rest of the party went to see the War Wizards.
As the party acquired rooms at the Five Flagons Inn in Suzail, Amaryllis blended into the crowd. Without even a word of goodbye she was gone. Fiddle felt a little sad, but accepted this turn of fate. At least for a brief time he had the company of a fellow hin, and such an outgoing and lively one at that. She had left more than an impression on Fiddle’s thoughts. She had given him a ring, a very familiar ring. And he in turn gave her a token, a set of picks and tools. While out on his own gathering information about the comings and goings of the community, Fiddle examined the ring more closely. A signet ring with seal of House Belmont, Richter’s ring. Oh, Richter wasn’t going to be happy. An image flashed into Fiddle’s brain. He remembered Amaryllis’ first little tune. Erin. Erin was just too good. He must’ve observed the acquisition and told the lady to be rid of the evidence. Well, no matter, Fiddle felt important anyway. She had chosen him to return it.
Fiddle struggled back to the inn after a somewhat fruitful day. He met the others. They discussed what they had heard:
- Orc and Gnolls are raiding the Northride, collecting tolls and waylaying travelers
- There are rumors of drow activity near Shadowdale
- Strange lights and sounds have been heard near Tilver’s Keep
- Lord Hawklin of Suzail is looking to hire adventurers to chase down orc bandits in the Stonelands.
- The Church of Lathander is hiring adventurers to quest after some sword.
- Brigands haunt the roads between Arabel and Tilverton
- A dragon has been hunting the hills south of Tilverton.
- A caravan is hiring guards for a trip to Ashabenford by way of Tilver’s Gap.
- Adventurers are hunting for the lair of the dragon that killed King Azoun; it hasn’t been found yet.
- Goblins have been raiding from the mountains around High Horn; Purple Dragon patrols haven’t found their lair.
- Alusair intends to grant the title of Baron of the Stonelands to anyone who can build a castle there and hold it for a year against the goblins.
- The Red Wizards have been given permission to set up a trading enclave in Suzail.
- Daggerdale has made peace with the Zhentarim; together they will strike out at the Dales, then Cormyr!
- A large merchant caravan just arrived in Suzail from Sembia, bringing all manner of goods.
- Wyverns have been attacking herds north of Immersea.
- The Steel Regent is considering calling in her banners for a strike against the goblins in the Storm Horns.
- The crown has raised taxes yet again to pay for the rebuilding of Arabel.
- The crown is bankrupt after last year’s war! The treasury is empty and the crown is forced to take loans from Red Wizards.
"What to do and where to go next?" Erin asked. "I think we should try and see about buying some more Fireball scrolls."
"I agree," Alya added. "But where?"
"Perhaps the War Wizards," Darian suggested.
Sully and Richter begged off. Both had business in town. The rest of the party went to see the War Wizards.
Olgar Shiverstone
Legend
Not to preempt, but I think this quote (from Alya's player) sums the session up rather succinctly:
Of course, you'll have to get the rest of the story to understand all that.
Of course, you'll have to get the rest of the story to understand all that.
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diaglo
Adventurer
House Belmont's agent
The party approached the Wizards’ Tower.
“Do you have writ?” a Purple Dragon asked.
“No, we do not,” Erin replied.
“Why, yes. Yes, we do,” Fiddle blurted. He directed the guard to examine the signet ring. “I am here to speak with a War Wizard.”
“One moment, please.” The guard bowed and left.
Everyone else turned and looked at Fiddle his or her jaw wide open. Erin started to chuckle. The guard returned and escorted them to an inner chamber. Inside a rather youthful War Wizard waited. He looked rather upset.
“Who among you is from House Belmont?” the Wizard inquired.
“I am here on behalf of my House,” Fiddle spoke up. “Young Master Richter Belmont is in need of some protection on his return trip to Tilverton. He begged me to seek several scrolls on his behalf. And as the funds of the Royal Treasury are depleted, he felt the money would best benefit his lord if spent here.”
“All Hail the Royal line,” Alya quickly added.
“And House Dawnguard also humbly requests you hear our plea,” Darian interjected.
The Wizard bought it, almost. He refused to sell the party any scrolls. But he was helpful in pointing them to Lord Hawklin’s estate. He also provided a writ.
“For your troubles,” Fiddle said as he offered the War Wizard a gold trade bar.
“We don’t take tips,” the Wizard scoffed. “Keep it.”
“Thank you,” Fiddle greedily smiled. “Thank you very much.”
The party left. Fiddle pocketed the signet ring.
“That’s my trade bar,” Alya said. “Richter still owes me.”
“No, that’s really Fiddle’s trade bar,” Erin said. “He was continuing the ruse. He was using his own money.”
“Oh,” Alya realized. “Nevermind. I think no one better tell Richter about what just happened.”
The party approached the Wizards’ Tower.
“Do you have writ?” a Purple Dragon asked.
“No, we do not,” Erin replied.
“Why, yes. Yes, we do,” Fiddle blurted. He directed the guard to examine the signet ring. “I am here to speak with a War Wizard.”
“One moment, please.” The guard bowed and left.
Everyone else turned and looked at Fiddle his or her jaw wide open. Erin started to chuckle. The guard returned and escorted them to an inner chamber. Inside a rather youthful War Wizard waited. He looked rather upset.
“Who among you is from House Belmont?” the Wizard inquired.
“I am here on behalf of my House,” Fiddle spoke up. “Young Master Richter Belmont is in need of some protection on his return trip to Tilverton. He begged me to seek several scrolls on his behalf. And as the funds of the Royal Treasury are depleted, he felt the money would best benefit his lord if spent here.”
“All Hail the Royal line,” Alya quickly added.
“And House Dawnguard also humbly requests you hear our plea,” Darian interjected.
The Wizard bought it, almost. He refused to sell the party any scrolls. But he was helpful in pointing them to Lord Hawklin’s estate. He also provided a writ.
“For your troubles,” Fiddle said as he offered the War Wizard a gold trade bar.
“We don’t take tips,” the Wizard scoffed. “Keep it.”
“Thank you,” Fiddle greedily smiled. “Thank you very much.”
The party left. Fiddle pocketed the signet ring.
“That’s my trade bar,” Alya said. “Richter still owes me.”
“No, that’s really Fiddle’s trade bar,” Erin said. “He was continuing the ruse. He was using his own money.”
“Oh,” Alya realized. “Nevermind. I think no one better tell Richter about what just happened.”
yeah
I meant to say hero points originally, but I Freudian slipped healing instead. I was going to correct it, but then realized it was true anyway so I left it. Although we did learn a valuable lesson, just because your bard can cast healing up there with your cleric doesn't neccessarily help your party if she uses all her spells in the first battle.
I meant to say hero points originally, but I Freudian slipped healing instead. I was going to correct it, but then realized it was true anyway so I left it. Although we did learn a valuable lesson, just because your bard can cast healing up there with your cleric doesn't neccessarily help your party if she uses all her spells in the first battle.
diaglo
Adventurer
Lord Hawklin's lackeys
The party showed but did not open their writ to the gate guard at the Hawklin estate. He allowed them into the courtyard.
“Please wait here,” the man-at-arms stated. He returned to his station at the gate.
Fiddle looked around the place. Lord Hawklin was obviously well off. Many fancy pieces of art and well-kept gardens were in sight. A figure in black robes strode into the courtyard.
“I am Lord Hawklin,” he said. “Have you come to answer my advertisement?”
“Perhaps,” Alya coyly replied handing over the writ. “A War Wizard said you may have some scrolls.”
Lord Hawklin crushed a gem in his hands. “We are free to talk now away from scrying eyes and ears,” he said. “If you swear fealty to Cormyr and to keep all you hear secret…”
“I am always at the Crown’s disposal,” Darian interrupted. “However, we are on our way to Tilverton. We know of your advertisement. And we have encountered the brigands. That is why we have come. We wish to purchase some scrolls.”
“I have nothing for you then,” Lord Hawklin continued. “I am a representative of Her Highness, the Steel Regent Alusair.”
“I believe we can help each other,” Erin took over the negotiations. “But I cannot swear fealty to a government. I owe my allegiance to my Order.”
In exchange for Darian’s oath to be responsible for the acts of the Chartered Company and the oath by the others to keep the secrecy of their pact, Lord Hawklin told the party of the mission. Some brigands were raiding the area around the Stonelands. Lord Hawklin’s Captain believed a ruin was their hideout. The Purple Dragons were far too busy to handle all of the trouble in the area. But a small adventuring group should be able to handle the problem. The party was to report their findings to the Captain and Lord Hawklin.
“It will takes us many days to get to the Stonelands,” Erin mentioned. “And we need to inform the rest of our company of our leaving.”
“You will be traveling by magic,” Lord Hawklin smiled. “And we will send word to them.”
“Oh goody,” Fiddle gleefully blurted. “Magic travel.”
“You have never traveled by magic before. Have you Fiddle?” Darian asked. “You will understand.”
Lord Hawklin provided a writ; a scroll with some ancient alphabet they might encounter in the ruins, probably Netherese; several arcane scrolls; a wand of healing; a Darkwood shield; a climbing kit; a potion of healing; some antitoxin; a description of the climate of the Stonelands; vials of acid; and the promise of several thousand crowns worth of gems upon completion. When the party was ready he led them to a small chamber and an archway carved on a blank wall.
“In the name of the Forest Kingdom and Her Grace Alusair, I bid you open,” Lord Hawklin intoned.
The archway misted over and the party looked upon a new scene. A group of Purple Dragons stood at the ready.
“The Sun has not yet set on the Forest Kingdom,” a lady Dragon said.
“Nor shall it so long as we hold it in the sky,” Lord Hawklin replied. “Captain, please see that my companions here get food and rest. They’ve come to clear away the brigands you reported. Their paperwork is in order.”
“Whooppeeee,” Fiddle tumbled thru the portal. He landed a little disoriented on the other side. Captain Dunman looked down at him and rolled her eyes.
The party showed but did not open their writ to the gate guard at the Hawklin estate. He allowed them into the courtyard.
“Please wait here,” the man-at-arms stated. He returned to his station at the gate.
Fiddle looked around the place. Lord Hawklin was obviously well off. Many fancy pieces of art and well-kept gardens were in sight. A figure in black robes strode into the courtyard.
“I am Lord Hawklin,” he said. “Have you come to answer my advertisement?”
“Perhaps,” Alya coyly replied handing over the writ. “A War Wizard said you may have some scrolls.”
Lord Hawklin crushed a gem in his hands. “We are free to talk now away from scrying eyes and ears,” he said. “If you swear fealty to Cormyr and to keep all you hear secret…”
“I am always at the Crown’s disposal,” Darian interrupted. “However, we are on our way to Tilverton. We know of your advertisement. And we have encountered the brigands. That is why we have come. We wish to purchase some scrolls.”
“I have nothing for you then,” Lord Hawklin continued. “I am a representative of Her Highness, the Steel Regent Alusair.”
“I believe we can help each other,” Erin took over the negotiations. “But I cannot swear fealty to a government. I owe my allegiance to my Order.”
In exchange for Darian’s oath to be responsible for the acts of the Chartered Company and the oath by the others to keep the secrecy of their pact, Lord Hawklin told the party of the mission. Some brigands were raiding the area around the Stonelands. Lord Hawklin’s Captain believed a ruin was their hideout. The Purple Dragons were far too busy to handle all of the trouble in the area. But a small adventuring group should be able to handle the problem. The party was to report their findings to the Captain and Lord Hawklin.
“It will takes us many days to get to the Stonelands,” Erin mentioned. “And we need to inform the rest of our company of our leaving.”
“You will be traveling by magic,” Lord Hawklin smiled. “And we will send word to them.”
“Oh goody,” Fiddle gleefully blurted. “Magic travel.”
“You have never traveled by magic before. Have you Fiddle?” Darian asked. “You will understand.”
Lord Hawklin provided a writ; a scroll with some ancient alphabet they might encounter in the ruins, probably Netherese; several arcane scrolls; a wand of healing; a Darkwood shield; a climbing kit; a potion of healing; some antitoxin; a description of the climate of the Stonelands; vials of acid; and the promise of several thousand crowns worth of gems upon completion. When the party was ready he led them to a small chamber and an archway carved on a blank wall.
“In the name of the Forest Kingdom and Her Grace Alusair, I bid you open,” Lord Hawklin intoned.
The archway misted over and the party looked upon a new scene. A group of Purple Dragons stood at the ready.
“The Sun has not yet set on the Forest Kingdom,” a lady Dragon said.
“Nor shall it so long as we hold it in the sky,” Lord Hawklin replied. “Captain, please see that my companions here get food and rest. They’ve come to clear away the brigands you reported. Their paperwork is in order.”
“Whooppeeee,” Fiddle tumbled thru the portal. He landed a little disoriented on the other side. Captain Dunman looked down at him and rolled her eyes.
diaglo
Adventurer
Captain Dunman's new recruits
As the others followed they too felt the elongation and return to normal that magic portals cause.
“Follow me,” Captain Dunman ordered.
The group passed two very lifelike statues of Purple Dragons. The party entered the Captain’s Command tent.
Before they could ask Captain Dunman added, “This area is very dangerous. Those men met a basilisk. There are other monsters here too. Ogres, orcs, gnolls, goblins, perhaps a Dragon…”
“Dragon did you say,” Fiddle piped in. Darian blocked him.
Captain read Lord Hawklin’s writ. She took roll call. “Sound off when you hear your name. Vlad Greycloak”
“Yeah,” Vlad answered.
“Alya Silverleaf.”
“Here,” Alya waved.
“Darian Dawnguard.”
“By Lathander’s Grace…”
“Just say here,” Captain Dunman cut in. “Fiddle Skipstone.”
“Dragonslayer,” Fiddle beamed. Captain Dunman rolled her eyes.
“Erin Forestborn”
“Present,” Erin replied.
The Captain laid out the mission and handed over a map to the party. The map showed the best route to the Ruins. She ordered them to eat, rest and leave early the next morning. Fiddle reminded her that Lord Hawklin had offered mounts. She again rolled her eyes, but agreed with the provision the party return them.
As the others followed they too felt the elongation and return to normal that magic portals cause.
“Follow me,” Captain Dunman ordered.
The group passed two very lifelike statues of Purple Dragons. The party entered the Captain’s Command tent.
Before they could ask Captain Dunman added, “This area is very dangerous. Those men met a basilisk. There are other monsters here too. Ogres, orcs, gnolls, goblins, perhaps a Dragon…”
“Dragon did you say,” Fiddle piped in. Darian blocked him.
Captain read Lord Hawklin’s writ. She took roll call. “Sound off when you hear your name. Vlad Greycloak”
“Yeah,” Vlad answered.
“Alya Silverleaf.”
“Here,” Alya waved.
“Darian Dawnguard.”
“By Lathander’s Grace…”
“Just say here,” Captain Dunman cut in. “Fiddle Skipstone.”
“Dragonslayer,” Fiddle beamed. Captain Dunman rolled her eyes.
“Erin Forestborn”
“Present,” Erin replied.
The Captain laid out the mission and handed over a map to the party. The map showed the best route to the Ruins. She ordered them to eat, rest and leave early the next morning. Fiddle reminded her that Lord Hawklin had offered mounts. She again rolled her eyes, but agreed with the provision the party return them.
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