WlfSamurai
Maelstrom Engineer
Chapter 1: Ten-Towns
A group of adventurers sit in a warm office complete with oak desk, bookshelves filled with ratty books, and a wolf’s pelt on the wall. Fire crackles in the fireplace where fresh logs have been added. Hot tea steams on the desk in front of the group. Several tidy stacks of paper and notes line the desk edges. Having traveled as far as the group had from Neverwinter through extreme weather, the room is a welcome reprieve and a good reminder that civilization does still exist this far north.
Speaker Duvessa Shane sits behind her desk, leaning forward with her hands folded on top. She is young, but there is a firm confidence about her. She forces a smile at the motley group in front of her, doing her best not to judge the strange faces as further portents of problems for Icewind Dale. Having already been introduced to the group, the Speaker takes a deep breath.
“Thank you for coming to see me,” she says in a genuine tone. “Lord Bertrand sent word that you were coming and we’re glad to have the help. As you probably know, this damned weather we’re having isn’t getting any better. In fact, it’s getting worse by the day, it seems. Roads are becoming difficult to travel. Towns are getting desperate—people are getting desperate. And desperation breeds trouble. Some new calamity befalls one of the towns everyday it seems—heck, I got cries for aid from half of Ten-Towns’ speakers on my desk!”
“A few tendays past the council of speakers agreed—a majority of the council, anyway—that these extraordinary times require extraordinary measures. Aid from people with special talents who can look out for all of Ten-Towns and not just the town they’re from. Someone who can help put out fires as they crop up—bad analogy, I guess, as we could use some warm fires these days—and maybe even figure out what’s going on with the terrible weather we have been having. Now, Ten-Towns aren’t exactly overflowing with gold, but we’re willing to offer each of you 10 gold pieces per tenday you stick around here and help out in any way you can, plus anything else you get paid along the way. Sound good?”
[Note: In the Forgotten Realms setting, a week is ten days long and is referred to as a tenday. There are three tendays per month and twelve months in a year.]
Sherwood Psychie Ilikepie noleraii The Dapper Mog Firelie
A group of adventurers sit in a warm office complete with oak desk, bookshelves filled with ratty books, and a wolf’s pelt on the wall. Fire crackles in the fireplace where fresh logs have been added. Hot tea steams on the desk in front of the group. Several tidy stacks of paper and notes line the desk edges. Having traveled as far as the group had from Neverwinter through extreme weather, the room is a welcome reprieve and a good reminder that civilization does still exist this far north.
Speaker Duvessa Shane sits behind her desk, leaning forward with her hands folded on top. She is young, but there is a firm confidence about her. She forces a smile at the motley group in front of her, doing her best not to judge the strange faces as further portents of problems for Icewind Dale. Having already been introduced to the group, the Speaker takes a deep breath.
“Thank you for coming to see me,” she says in a genuine tone. “Lord Bertrand sent word that you were coming and we’re glad to have the help. As you probably know, this damned weather we’re having isn’t getting any better. In fact, it’s getting worse by the day, it seems. Roads are becoming difficult to travel. Towns are getting desperate—people are getting desperate. And desperation breeds trouble. Some new calamity befalls one of the towns everyday it seems—heck, I got cries for aid from half of Ten-Towns’ speakers on my desk!”
“A few tendays past the council of speakers agreed—a majority of the council, anyway—that these extraordinary times require extraordinary measures. Aid from people with special talents who can look out for all of Ten-Towns and not just the town they’re from. Someone who can help put out fires as they crop up—bad analogy, I guess, as we could use some warm fires these days—and maybe even figure out what’s going on with the terrible weather we have been having. Now, Ten-Towns aren’t exactly overflowing with gold, but we’re willing to offer each of you 10 gold pieces per tenday you stick around here and help out in any way you can, plus anything else you get paid along the way. Sound good?”
[Note: In the Forgotten Realms setting, a week is ten days long and is referred to as a tenday. There are three tendays per month and twelve months in a year.]
Sherwood Psychie Ilikepie noleraii The Dapper Mog Firelie
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