EBERRON: THE SIBERYS SEVEN
SEGMENT 001
“It Began Within a Tavern “
It began one rainy night in Sharn. It was a cold rain. The kind of rain that chilled one to the bone. It was the 23rd of Olarune in 999. To the far north, supernatural blizzards buried entire villages within the mountains of Khorvaire. Sharn, a Breland massive city, was located in the south. The storms lost their snow but instead rained a cold rain.
It was a sign of things to come.
But this could not keep the area known as Center Bridge (2) quiet. The adventurers came here to get out of the cold and dampness. They came to drink, party and in general unwind. This is where this story begins. Center Bridge- at a tavern known as The Adventurers Home. (3)
It was only first bell and it was already out of hand. Two fights had broken out. One over a girl and another settled by the same girl. Her name is Leeya (4). It began where two men were fighting to court her. When it became a fight, a warrior wearing strange armor broke up the fight. He was no paladin. He punched when men were down and more than once struck below the belt. However it was obvious he was noble and a good man. His name- Vander (5).
In another corner of The Adventurers Home was a tall woman whom had yet to lose an arm wrestling match. She even beat a pure blood orc whom was visiting from the Shadow Marches. Her name is Bora (6) . A charismatic young man lost interest watching her when a woman began to whisper in his ear. His smile suggested a night of wild entertainment and fun. His name is Mania (7) . A female dwarf stepped up see the entertainment. She was armored and worn a holy symbol on her shoulder. She had a few too many drinks herself. Her name is Dura (8).
Ignored by everyone was a warforged warrior. He stood in the back corner observing and trying to understand the strange behavior before it. He watched the woman and the man in black armor wander to the back after she whispered something in his ear. Another man also whispered something to a woman whom then slapped him. When he protested she beat him bloody. Humans are so strange. No wonder the Lord of Blades (9) wants them removed from power. No wonder he was trying to create the new warforged warriors. A new generation with special powers and abilities like him. His name is Incarnum (10) .
All of this and more were happening at once when the paladin arrived. She had never been here before and wished to stop. She herself was an adventurer and this place was one for adventurers. She stopped in amazement at the doorway. Her name is Aura (11) .
These seven diverse people were soon to gather and become a force of good. They were to become known as The Siberys Seven. Currently they were either drunk and disorderly or bewildered at the sight of drunken and disorderly adventurers.
Meanwhile, outside, green vapors (12) had been rising from the sewers for several hours now. A few reports came in to the local law enforcement group whom did go below to investigate. That was over 6 hours ago. A lot can happen in six hours.
It began with a scream.
From below walked several homeless shrouded in green vapors. As the vapors cleared and escaped into the night air it became questionable whom or what these homeless were. They were all pale with lose skin. The eyes were yellow or red. Their hair became more patchy, their fingernails chipped into claws. And they hungered.
The living dead were lose within Sharn!
But as this unfolded outside, within the Adventurers Home more events was occuring. A drunkard was about to make an important discovery. There was much more to this paladin than holy oaths and sworn duties to law and the goodness of the world. This paladin was far more than that.
The drunkard had a drinking contest with a young man (13)wearing leather armor. He was a big and mean man whom once drank a small keg of dwarven ale by himself. He figured this mere strap of a boy had to be kidding when he suggested a drinking game. Loser buys. The boy seemed like he was losing but never did. When he first blacked out, he could have sworn the boy acted like he had nothing alcoholic to drink the whole night. When he confronted the boy about it he expected the boy to admit to magic. Instead the boy said something and he found himself outside in the cold rain.
The cold wet of the rain snapped him out of it and he went back inside to start a fight with the boy. However, a tall armored paladin type was standing at the doorway blocking any further entrance.
“Howsa ‘bout you move yo butt” mumbles the very drunk bully.
The paladin slowly turns. The armor is golden with a bright blue cloth tunic. Green eyes look through a narrow slit in the golden helm. Through bloodshot eyes, the man stares and ponders what he thinks he sees. “Your skin ..is green? …and all glowy…?”
“Excuse sir. It appears I am lost. May I ask …by the powers of The Sovereign Host!” and she pulls out her sword and pulls her shield from her back. “To my back and to safety.”
The man slowly turns in a stumbled stupor semi circle…”huh?” Dozens of partygoers climb up the stairs. They are knocking over potted plants and statues as they go. Some are armed.
They stop and turn and look at the paladin. Suddenly, in unison, they converge on the paladin and The Adventurers Home.
