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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DMZ2112" data-source="post: 6492420" data-attributes="member: 78752">Kirinor, the 2nd of Deepkolt, 352 ACWith the self-styled King Grol dead, Wave Echo Cave found and cleared, and Phandalin as safe as any town could be with the Red Dragonarmy menacing Solamnia from the south, the adventurers – Arn the noble minotaur champion, Bryn the dark elf student invoker, Dalesman the (newly minted) human cleric of Mishakal, Leagallow the charlatan kender assassin, and Tuttle the half-elven bard of lore– had said farewell to their other companions and traveled north.An ancient map discovered in Wave Echo Cave described the location of a pre-Cataclysm monastery in the northern Vingaard Mountains, where was kept safe a cache of lesser dragonlances.  Realizing the impact these weapons could have on the war (and their steel pouches), the party ventured north through Solamnia, menaced by the goblins of Throtl, the undead of Nightlund, and the invading forces of the Blue Dragonarmy.  Finally, they reached the walled town of Maelgoth, capital of the Hinterlund province, shortly after it was placed under martial law by the dragonarmy and just as the first snow of winter began to fall.Flynt, a sage Silvanesti and a second student invoker (although of white-robed ambitions, rather than black), had arrived much earlier, before the occupation, while Uri, an outlander Kagonesti beastmaster, arrived in late Newkolt.  However, both were thrown into the town jail by dragonarmy soldiers on the 1st of Deepkolt, for alleged rabblerousing.This pricked the ire of the wizards of Maelgoth, who were not keen to see even a student of the Towers treated with impunity by the occupying forces.  Armoth, a wizard of the black robes, was sent to request the assistance of Bryn and his companions in securing Flynt’s release.Bryn, for his part, asked what advantage there was for him in confronting the Blue Dragonarmy, even in this small capacity.  Armoth noted that Bryn’s Test was already overdue and that the Towers could just as easily name him renegade as initiate him.  Soundly rebuked, Bryn sullenly brought the request to his fellows and began to formulate a plan.Leagallow crossed the town square with three steaming mugs of hot brandy and offered two of them to the baaz draconians guarding the front door of the guardhouse.  Although suspicious at first, Leagh’s apparent harmlessness, the sharp chill in the air, and the ache in the baaz’s talons won out.  Surreptitiously disposing of his own brandy, Leagh matched the baaz drink for drink and with the aid of Bryn eventually convinced the soldiers to invite the two of them inside for a bowl of gruel.  One of the baaz remained on guard, but unperturbed by the blood-smeared desk and shattered chair – the remnants of the last stand of the deposed Maelgoth captain of the guard – Bryn suggested to the other that they enjoy their gruel while making fun of the prisoners in the jail.  The draconian was amenable, and once in the lockup, a quick Sleep spell made short work of the soldier.  Flynt and Uri were free.By this time, however, the sergeant in charge of the guardhouse had heard the commotion at the front door and had gone to investigate.  He caught sight of Bryn in the storeroom, and in order to distract him Leagh stumbled drunkenly into the front office and into the NCO.  The sergeant hauled the playacting kender into the street, and met Arn’s horns coming the other way.  His blood mingled with the dried ichor of the guard captain as Flynt and Uri slipped out the door, Flynt conclusively freezing the brain of the stumbling baaz outside with a palm to the forehead and a quickly cast Ray of Frost.The ruckus had now raised the rest of the garrison, and as his companions slipped into the night Leagh made double certain that neither the sergeant nor the draconian in the cells would awaken to identify them.  As the soldiers stormed down from the upper floor, he swept a handful of official-looking documents off the blood-soaked desk and dashed into the cold dark.</blockquote>

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