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Welcome to my first story hour .
LAST BREATHS OF ASHENPORT
Edge of Sanity campaign
Characters:
Darkey the Darkster - Tielfing Rogue
Tavia Glitterale - Halfling Rogue
Leroy - Dwarf Warlord
Unremittable Penance of Strife (Remi) - Dragonborn Warlord
Mackral Gladenspire - (Stormsoul/Windsoul)Genasi Swordmage
Introduction
The storm battered the shoreline as it had been for the last five days. The rain came in almost horizontally whipped by the wind. Lightning arced across the sky, briefly illuminating a small group of weary travelers making their way along a long abandoned road, more mud than anything else due to the intensity of the rain.
A dwarf and a dragonborn led the way, both veterans from the war, returning home after leading their units in countless battles. Behind them a tiefling swaggered through the mud, giving the impressions of confidence in his strength and cunning. Bringing up the rear of the group and seemingly most at home in the weather was a genasi, sword strapped to his waist, his hair seeming to move counter to the wind. On his back in an improvised sling created from his backpack rode a halfling, small even for her race, cowering from the elements.
The group stopped in the lea of a wall, the remains of a ruined town, seemingly eaten by the elements for a short break before continuing. The dwarf commented on the fact that in the four days since they were washed ashore by the shipwreck, they had only come across these ruins of villages and had not seen any other life, almost as if this stretch of coast was dead. Tavia, shuddering at the thought, dug herself deeper into the backpack that was saving her the ignominy of disappearing chest deep into the mud on occasion. The rest of the group looked out at the storm wondering if they would ever see the sun again.
Wearily the group left the relative dryness of their shelter and made their way further down the coast. As the afternoon wore on, the storm carried on intensifying as it had on the previous days. Suddenly Unremittable Penance of Strife, the dragonborn who the group had taken to calling Remi, came to a halt, over the howling wind he called out "lights, there are lights up ahead, some kind of town I think".
The group picked up their pace feeling hopeful for the first time since they made their way off the wrecked ship that had deposited them on this gods-forsaken stretch of coast that they would be able to spend an evening safe with the possibility of warm food and a few hours out of the rain.
Next: Any Port in a Storm in which the party find a warm welcome in the small town of Ashenport, as well as a rude awakening....
LAST BREATHS OF ASHENPORT
Edge of Sanity campaign
Characters:
Darkey the Darkster - Tielfing Rogue
Tavia Glitterale - Halfling Rogue
Leroy - Dwarf Warlord
Unremittable Penance of Strife (Remi) - Dragonborn Warlord
Mackral Gladenspire - (Stormsoul/Windsoul)Genasi Swordmage
Introduction
The storm battered the shoreline as it had been for the last five days. The rain came in almost horizontally whipped by the wind. Lightning arced across the sky, briefly illuminating a small group of weary travelers making their way along a long abandoned road, more mud than anything else due to the intensity of the rain.
A dwarf and a dragonborn led the way, both veterans from the war, returning home after leading their units in countless battles. Behind them a tiefling swaggered through the mud, giving the impressions of confidence in his strength and cunning. Bringing up the rear of the group and seemingly most at home in the weather was a genasi, sword strapped to his waist, his hair seeming to move counter to the wind. On his back in an improvised sling created from his backpack rode a halfling, small even for her race, cowering from the elements.
The group stopped in the lea of a wall, the remains of a ruined town, seemingly eaten by the elements for a short break before continuing. The dwarf commented on the fact that in the four days since they were washed ashore by the shipwreck, they had only come across these ruins of villages and had not seen any other life, almost as if this stretch of coast was dead. Tavia, shuddering at the thought, dug herself deeper into the backpack that was saving her the ignominy of disappearing chest deep into the mud on occasion. The rest of the group looked out at the storm wondering if they would ever see the sun again.
Wearily the group left the relative dryness of their shelter and made their way further down the coast. As the afternoon wore on, the storm carried on intensifying as it had on the previous days. Suddenly Unremittable Penance of Strife, the dragonborn who the group had taken to calling Remi, came to a halt, over the howling wind he called out "lights, there are lights up ahead, some kind of town I think".
The group picked up their pace feeling hopeful for the first time since they made their way off the wrecked ship that had deposited them on this gods-forsaken stretch of coast that they would be able to spend an evening safe with the possibility of warm food and a few hours out of the rain.
Next: Any Port in a Storm in which the party find a warm welcome in the small town of Ashenport, as well as a rude awakening....
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