Wethrin tells of the Fallen and the Black Blood.
Ever wondered what would happen if a druid, or a ranger, or a worshipper of nature of any sort, whose entire life is dedicated to harmony with the natural world, were to be turned into a vampire, suddenly becoming a thoroughly unnatural creature of darkness? How about if they are inflicted with lycanthropy, and become a bit too natural, too feral, too uncontrolled? What about a metallic dragon who is hated and abused by the forces of good for one lone selfish act, and ostracized, hunted? Is it not conceivable that many such beings as I have described would lose their sanity completely and turn to the darkness for solace? It is such beings who join the Fallen. They are based somewhere in the High Forest, living under the protection of their patron Shar, who augments their already considerable powers. If the Fallen are integrating themselves into Storm's army, then Tiamat's forces are consolidating faster than we were expecting.
The People of the Black Blood, on the other hand, are a group of lycanthropes who worship Malar the beastlord, god of wild beast and hunting. It he is of the People, it means that Storm has at least temporarily allied himself with Malar and his considerable resources. He actually may be a logical ally for Tiamat herself, being that they share similar goals. If that is the case, things may be about to go from bad to worse.
Hopefully, <Wethrin is starting to fall asleep, and barely manages to get out the rest of the sentence> he's just a freelancing lycanthrope who got hired by Storm's men...
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Jonathan's pursuer knows that he is trapped. "We'll get you another time, Jonathon." We are always watching." He suddenly disappears into thin air.
jonathan curses. "Damn you! You were supposed to kill him. What kind of soldier are you who cannot obey orders? Thanks to your hesitation, he got away. Now he very well may know our destination, and next time he will bring backup. Perhaps lots of it."
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Rana gradually broaches all of Alex's points. Storm's opposition is currently only powerful enough to hold him back. All the free people's of the North are openly allied, under the leadership of the Lords of Waterdeep and Queen Amruil of the Elves. Their cohesion is relatively strong, but the centralized authority of the secretive Council no longer exists because so many of its prominent members were slain at Silverymoon.
<Meanwhile, Rana drinks wine until it makes her wound stop hurting (That would be quite a lot)>
One problem with Storm is that we are unsure of his true power and he knows it. He is very cautious. This has been millenia in the making, and he is not going to suddenly become impatient and show his hand. We destroyed most of the spirits' forms at Silverymoon a few months ago, but we do not know how ling it will take for them to reform or return, or even how or where this is accomplished. We do know this, however: those we lost at Silverymoon are gone forever, but the Spirits will return. They are powerful, but they CAN be defeated in combat. Storm is the most powerful spirit, but he too can theoreticaly be slain.
Unfortunately, we are no sure just how powerful he is. An ogre mage that fought publicly and was thought to be Storm has since proven to be a fake.
His armies are mostly loyal purely to him or to leaders with planer blood who are biologically compelled into loyalty to Tiamat. Some of the collaborators are manipulated, charmed, or opportunistic, though.
<Rana is now a bit drunk and continues on further than she should have>
There are theories, though. About how to stop him. Many think that a researcher who defeated from the Council with many secrets regarding Storm may have completed the last pieces of the puzzle, using what the Council had already gleaned from those who had tried and failed in the pastsomething about the creation of humanity and a strange metal from space...<getting angry>...gods I hate that bitch...slut...Ace should have been mine, damnit....Oh, well....no matter now <suddenly sullen> He died with all the others.
Then there's Kirstin....The little girl that we brought back through time with us, from Netheril....Us, funny term....precious few of US still live. Only me and Hermod...and that bookish bitch....(sullen again)....the others are all gone now...perhaps it was fate paying us back...Kirstin should have died young, before becoming powerful...when she came onto the scene, the powerful forces of good were all but wiped out...perhaps there is some sort of unseen balancing hand at work or something....
Fenrir and Donatello...I will probably work out a way to get you out of this puzzle now that everyone else is about to arrive in Skullport. Things would be much better (as will your XP tallies), if you can think your way out of this, though.