Archive for February, 2017

A Message

Scribbled on a note, left in the hideout as if a draft for publication, is the following message.

This is a proclamation to all who will listen, be they Cormyran, Sembian, Dalefolk, Elves of Cormanthor, or the dwarves of Earthfast.  I am Ungus Kinglygauntlet, the dwarf who gained a reputation as vigilante of Highmoon and son of Unthar Kinglygauntlet, who served in the Purple Dragons.  Previously I would describe myself as proud citizen of Cormyr, however I cannot condone their recent actions.

After dealing with the Naga’s Fang, I was confident that Highmoon was free from any threat and therefore left for a couple of tenday.  On my return, I discovered that Highmoon is no more.  The town was attacked by outside forces, and has now been razed to the ground.  The perpetrators were none other than those so-called warriors of justice, the Purple Dragons of Cormyr.  How do I know they weren’t in disguise? Because I had the ‘honour’ of meeting the steel regent herself, Alusair Obarskyr.  I was captured and accused of being a spy of Sembia, leading me to believe that tensions have reached breaking point between those two nations and Cormyr are willing to destroy anything in their way, namely the Dalelands.  I would wager that Sembia are willing to do the same.

To the people of the Dales; I know you have had your differences and internal conflicts, but together you are known as a proud people.  The Dalelands are some of the most beautiful, untouched parts of the Realms.  Some of you may be tempted to make those treaties that Cormyr and Sembia have long sought, but as a resident of Thunderstone I know that that will mean an end to your peaceful lives as your towns will become yet another military outpost under martial law.

To Cormanthor; I know elves have little concern for the affairs of men, but if you should stand idly by then you will face an incredible threat on your southern border.  Conquerors are seldom satisfied with the land they have and will be seeking to expand, and I imagine their sights will be set on the abundance of resources your forest could provide.

To my kin at Earthfast; I know this news will be most shocking to you.  You placed deep trust in the Mithril Princess, and indeed she gave you hope for non-dwarf kind, so I accept that my words may fall on deaf ears.  All I can ask is that you investigate this report, and cease trade with Cormyr should my words prove true.  By Clangeddin’s Silver beard, you cannot support such dirty, dishonourable warfare.

Finally to both Cormyr and Sembia, I have the same message.  Do not underestimate those you think of as ‘little people’.  Should your war escalate, I will personally see to it that the world will turn against you.  And should I fail, I guarantee another will take my place.


Taking Refuge in Tegal’s Mark

Eleint 19, 1369DR

We have found a travelling merchant whose destination is Tegal’s Mark, a town that’s not too far a detour from the road to Highmoon.  We have offered our services as escorts, as it never hurts to gain some coin, especially when he’s offering the princely sum of 500gp.  He’s a little eccentric, constantly complains and sleeps a lot, but as long as he honours his offer then it’s a small price to pay.  The journey is progressing swiftly, as there is little to worry about in these lands.  True, we passed a possible bandit camp, but I’m too concerned about Highmoon to stop and investigate.  If our worries are for naught then I may return to clear them out.

Eleint 23, 1369DR

We have arrived in Tegal’s Mark, and it seems the situation in Highmoon is worse than we had feared.  There are refugees everywhere, many suffering burns and other injuries.  Our employer took some convincing to hand over our pay, but after a gentle ‘reminder’ of his promise, we managed to get some of his healing supplies as well.  Poor Arosea has had her hands full tending to the wounded, whilst Jessie and I have been looking for information on what happened.  Unfortunately we’ve been getting all sorts of conflicting reports, from a drow raid to gang violence, to one person even claiming a dragon attacked.  The only consistent information is that the attack was sudden, and the whole town was set ablaze.  I found a soldier who informed me of a scout party that would be grateful for our assistance.  They should be being sent out in… actually they should be ready to go now.  It’s curious, something about this room we’re staying in has taken away all sense of urgency.  It was a fairly steep price, but we’ve been treated to a Heroes Feast, beds fit for a king, the biggest bathtub I’ve ever seen, and even a couple of rather odd serving staff.  I don’t trust it one bit.  There’s no way such a small building should be able to house such a huge room, but I’ve checked everything and it all seems structurally sound.  I’d heard that magic could do amazing things, but nothing like this.  In my experience magic is granted by the gods, used for curing wounds and blessing weapons.  To think it’s being used for something as trivial as making a room comfortable seems almost blasphemous… And apparently you can potentially access other cities from this room, which seems far too dangerous if this knowledge were to fall in the wrong hands.

I think we have exhausted all the benefits this room can provide, and I’m sure we’re already running late, so I’m not sure why I continue to write… Perhaps I’m just apprehensive at what awaits in Highmoon…

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