Maggie named her tressym Scout The villagers would just have to wait while they took a short rest in one of the guest houses. Little did they know that the Seven Snakes were on their way Nightstone on the prompting of Kella. The Seven Snakes led by Xolkin were initially tasked to infiltrate the town but now that it is abandoned, they have changed their plan to essentially take over Nightstone to serve as a centre of ops for the Black Network. They were working for the Snail. "I'm not dying for this town." - Skithrix Estus Xolkin’s love for Kella blinds him to basic tactics and he promptly loses 4 of his men and a fancy gem. The villagers can wait. A long rest is needed. Dawn, 20th of Ches, 1492 DR Of the many, many, many entrances to the Dripping caves our motley crew chose the one that led almost directly to the goblin chief, Hark. We learned there are 30 villagers as their “guests” Hark keeps giant rats as pets who were eating a dead villager. They ...
Maggie was greeted home with news of her impending wedding, a merger of 2 clans with complementing business concerns. Maggie described her preference for the “single life”. Her father seemed to acquiesce, deferring further discussion for a family “vacation” at Nightstone. Maggie and Dudley hopped back into their coach and proceeded the family to Nightstone. They were to meet their friend, Camele, along the road to Nightstone. Ronan was raised in Everlund in a musical family with parents and cousins who often had informal kitchen hootenannies. Ronan preferred more formal musical training and played in local halls and festivals. Ronan gained vast experience, fans and a trinket. A set of small keys had been dropped in his open hat on open-mic night by a cloaked humanoid who quickly disappeared, almost roguishly, into the night. Ronan and Skithryx had become fast friends in the past few years. They had decided to travel the few days nec...
Harpers Transportation Network The Marshall at Mirabar recommended that the crew visit the underground dwarven city to experience local flavour. The crew went to one of the secondary entrances which took them to a well, some 30’ across with a stone staircase that spiralled into the depths. Warm, dry air wafted upward. The stairs descended 100’ and opened onto a large thoroughfare busy with dwarves and other races walking to and fro. Building facades carved out of stone rose 40 to 50’. Homes, storefronts, inns and eateries all line this main artery called Mine Street. Following the marshals directions, they ducked into side streets, some no more that 5’ wide that took them eastward and toward their destination, the Deerbarrel Inn, the sign obviously designed by a small child or a deranged adult. Rooms secured, they headed to an ale hall. Note on currency : 1 giant head = 2 giant ears. Back through the alleyways to the ———-. A long room filled wit...