Chapter 1: Into the Mists
The sun rises on the Sword Coast much like any other day -- slow and steady, yet with a bright blaze that brought life to this side of Faerun. True to its name, the month of Kythorn (also referred to as "The Time of Flowers") saw this morning the blooming of many flowers along the sides of the roads, having drunk deeply of the rains from the past tenday or so.
The morning stirs into life, as our adventurers begin to rouse themselves from their dreams and slumber of the night before...
Boros:
Regardless of his previous antics Boros was finally a free man once more, free to adventure as he pleased -- once he found adventure, of course. The first few weeks after his release he'd stayed in Baldur's Gate and worked manual labor here and there, until he had earned enough gold to buy himself some new weapons and adventuring gear (since the prison had left him nothing but the clothes on his back). Eventually, after being properly equipped with the finest gear a real adventurer could buy (at least, he thought so) he set off, searching for that glorious adventure he was sure he could find somewhere in the Sword Coast.
Adventuring was a hard time getting started, but this will be the big break, surely! At least, probably. Upon first arriving Daggerford didn't really look like that big important adventuring town it sounded like it'd be (it had *daggers* in the name, it had to be cool); he could just keep walking, but the next biggest city was a decent ways to the north -- that Waterdeep place was where all the other travelers on the road seemed to be heading towards, it seemed. But there was probably adventure here too, right? Boros figured he could probably try to figure that out in the morning, when people were awake and stuff.
With a cock-a-doodle-doo of some distant rooster and the smell of fried breakfast foods in the air he was up, ready to find adventure -- or at least have adventure have him.
Maris:
Another day, another glorious town to spread love and happiness and protection to under the mighty Helm! At least, that's what Maris heard along the grapevine from her other contacts that she had ran into back in Waterdeep. She had learned, among other things, that the smaller settlement at the edge of the Sword Coast held four main temples -- those of Chauntea, Lathander, Tempus, and Tymora -- and was led by a young Duchess Morwen Daggerford, a practical ruler and also an active member of the Lord's Alliance. In other words, plenty of ripe opportunities for those seeking to extend their hand in service and aid. And what a coincidence~~!
Whether the cleric had come in by land or by sea-into-river there were a few places open to her when she arrived in the evening, should she have taken a moment to browse. Along with the temples who always seemed to take in acolytes on pilgrimages (such as herself) or the lesser fortunate for a cheaper price, there were a number of taverns hosting the many travellers seeking to enter -- or leave -- the sprawling city of Waterdeep just to the north. Having chose her sleeping quarters for the night she had a wonderful rest (assuming it was not on the streets somewhere) and woke up to a pleasant day of the sun shining and the birds chirping.
Today would be a truly interesting day, something told her deep down inside. Was that true? Only one way to find out.
Garosh:
Garosh arrived late last night, careful not to bring too much attention to himself as he wandered through the dark cobblestone streets and eventually ended up at the Happy Jackal Tavern -- seemingly the most welcoming (and the least questioning) of outsiders. As you asked for food the bartender, half-awake and nearly ready to clock out for the night, shook their head and said they weren't serving food until the morning. So you bought a room with the money provided to you and bided your time until the break of dawn, when you could experience truly glorious spicy food.
Oh, and do the thing that he was sent to do probably. The ones that usually debriefed him, Elmyra Gossamerheart and Ariawyn Crystalrose, at least half-tried to make it a bit more clear than the usual briefings this time: through their divination magic they had foreseen that 'something ugly was stirring up trouble near Daggerford', and sent the dragonborn to go deal with it by whatever means necessary. While they did not necessarily need the good reputation, thanks to their other public-facing services and charities, keeping the monk constantly at work meant that he was not spending time in their temple, and that was more than enough reason to do it.
Regardless of the reason, he was here now, and the joys of the world beyond what those fancy priestesses proclaimed were now open to him.
Dmitri:
It's been about two months since Dmitri began his employment with Dr. Griswolde, and though it was difficult to tell just what kind of doctor he was (or even if he was a doctor at all), his occupation seemed to pay well -- if the carriage they had ridden out of Waterdeep had anything to say about that. They had left promptly after that fateful night, traveling upwards to Neverwinter where the half-elf could settle into his semblance of a new life.
For a time it was calm, Griswolde teaching his new protégé to hone his new parlor tricks and other abilities as they manifested from the terms of their 'agreement'. Other days he would disappear without notice, leaving Dmitri to do as he pleased while he 'attended to matters'. Eventually though the Jewel of the North grew tiring, and they were on the move once more -- this time, according to Griswolde, seeking audience in Daggerford for some 'business'. They had set out before dawn, paid the driver extra to skirt around Waterdeep, and a few hours later the smaller keep was finally starting to come into view.
"Oh look," Griswolde says with a smirk, rapping his fingers along the edge of the carriage window as he craned his neck outside. The morning light glints off the snow-white sheen of his cataracts as he seems to be looking in the direction of a wagon camp parked alongside the Delimbiyr River, on the opposite side of the walls of Daggerford. "How interesting, I wonder what they're doing out there?"
The sun rises on the Sword Coast much like any other day -- slow and steady, yet with a bright blaze that brought life to this side of Faerun. True to its name, the month of Kythorn (also referred to as "The Time of Flowers") saw this morning the blooming of many flowers along the sides of the roads, having drunk deeply of the rains from the past tenday or so.
The morning stirs into life, as our adventurers begin to rouse themselves from their dreams and slumber of the night before...
Boros:
Regardless of his previous antics Boros was finally a free man once more, free to adventure as he pleased -- once he found adventure, of course. The first few weeks after his release he'd stayed in Baldur's Gate and worked manual labor here and there, until he had earned enough gold to buy himself some new weapons and adventuring gear (since the prison had left him nothing but the clothes on his back). Eventually, after being properly equipped with the finest gear a real adventurer could buy (at least, he thought so) he set off, searching for that glorious adventure he was sure he could find somewhere in the Sword Coast.
Adventuring was a hard time getting started, but this will be the big break, surely! At least, probably. Upon first arriving Daggerford didn't really look like that big important adventuring town it sounded like it'd be (it had *daggers* in the name, it had to be cool); he could just keep walking, but the next biggest city was a decent ways to the north -- that Waterdeep place was where all the other travelers on the road seemed to be heading towards, it seemed. But there was probably adventure here too, right? Boros figured he could probably try to figure that out in the morning, when people were awake and stuff.
With a cock-a-doodle-doo of some distant rooster and the smell of fried breakfast foods in the air he was up, ready to find adventure -- or at least have adventure have him.
Maris:
Another day, another glorious town to spread love and happiness and protection to under the mighty Helm! At least, that's what Maris heard along the grapevine from her other contacts that she had ran into back in Waterdeep. She had learned, among other things, that the smaller settlement at the edge of the Sword Coast held four main temples -- those of Chauntea, Lathander, Tempus, and Tymora -- and was led by a young Duchess Morwen Daggerford, a practical ruler and also an active member of the Lord's Alliance. In other words, plenty of ripe opportunities for those seeking to extend their hand in service and aid. And what a coincidence~~!
Whether the cleric had come in by land or by sea-into-river there were a few places open to her when she arrived in the evening, should she have taken a moment to browse. Along with the temples who always seemed to take in acolytes on pilgrimages (such as herself) or the lesser fortunate for a cheaper price, there were a number of taverns hosting the many travellers seeking to enter -- or leave -- the sprawling city of Waterdeep just to the north. Having chose her sleeping quarters for the night she had a wonderful rest (assuming it was not on the streets somewhere) and woke up to a pleasant day of the sun shining and the birds chirping.
Today would be a truly interesting day, something told her deep down inside. Was that true? Only one way to find out.
Garosh:
Garosh arrived late last night, careful not to bring too much attention to himself as he wandered through the dark cobblestone streets and eventually ended up at the Happy Jackal Tavern -- seemingly the most welcoming (and the least questioning) of outsiders. As you asked for food the bartender, half-awake and nearly ready to clock out for the night, shook their head and said they weren't serving food until the morning. So you bought a room with the money provided to you and bided your time until the break of dawn, when you could experience truly glorious spicy food.
Oh, and do the thing that he was sent to do probably. The ones that usually debriefed him, Elmyra Gossamerheart and Ariawyn Crystalrose, at least half-tried to make it a bit more clear than the usual briefings this time: through their divination magic they had foreseen that 'something ugly was stirring up trouble near Daggerford', and sent the dragonborn to go deal with it by whatever means necessary. While they did not necessarily need the good reputation, thanks to their other public-facing services and charities, keeping the monk constantly at work meant that he was not spending time in their temple, and that was more than enough reason to do it.
Regardless of the reason, he was here now, and the joys of the world beyond what those fancy priestesses proclaimed were now open to him.
Dmitri:
It's been about two months since Dmitri began his employment with Dr. Griswolde, and though it was difficult to tell just what kind of doctor he was (or even if he was a doctor at all), his occupation seemed to pay well -- if the carriage they had ridden out of Waterdeep had anything to say about that. They had left promptly after that fateful night, traveling upwards to Neverwinter where the half-elf could settle into his semblance of a new life.
For a time it was calm, Griswolde teaching his new protégé to hone his new parlor tricks and other abilities as they manifested from the terms of their 'agreement'. Other days he would disappear without notice, leaving Dmitri to do as he pleased while he 'attended to matters'. Eventually though the Jewel of the North grew tiring, and they were on the move once more -- this time, according to Griswolde, seeking audience in Daggerford for some 'business'. They had set out before dawn, paid the driver extra to skirt around Waterdeep, and a few hours later the smaller keep was finally starting to come into view.
"Oh look," Griswolde says with a smirk, rapping his fingers along the edge of the carriage window as he craned his neck outside. The morning light glints off the snow-white sheen of his cataracts as he seems to be looking in the direction of a wagon camp parked alongside the Delimbiyr River, on the opposite side of the walls of Daggerford. "How interesting, I wonder what they're doing out there?"
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