House of woven strings

Times they are a-changing
Word on the streets

In the streets of the cities word of a group of adventures, working for the Kingdom of Cormyr, has spread amongst the lowest of criminals and everybody heard the bounty on them, also other rumours about them being in league with darker forces is being speculated, but in the midst of a war going on and most cities being in a more critical state, these news travel far and gets lost in turmoil. Still, there are someone, or something lurking in shadows, everyone feels it, but no one can put there finger on it.

Esmertalran is still under siege from the Goblin clan,

Eshpurta lays in conflict with the Elves of snakewood

Keczulla is in dire need of supplies and famine rules the city

Imnescars miners have reached critical point in there negotiations, but rumours of Drow or worse are begginning to spread.

worst of all is Brost who none have heard any word from in weeks, no one have come from that direction in some time.

Grim news
Tales of others

In a rainy night at a Graveyard, an old digger is digging yet another grave, it is no joyfull matter but he whistles anyway. out of the fog and the rain a small figure enters the graveyard, walking slowly but targets his walk towards a mausoleum,
the digger looks up surprised to see anyone in this weather,
“arent you a little late for visitting?” the digger yelled,
but the Shrouded figure ignored him and entered the mausoleum.
HEY!” the digger yelled loud and bitter, “you cant go in there!” he ran after the person who had slipped fast and almost silint down to the crypts.
When the digger caught up with him he was panting and gasping for air. “hey you nitwit, your not supposed to be here” the figure turned, Laughing maniacally and kept laughing as the graves started to open.
The digger ran up in pure fright, only to be stopped by a sharp stabbing pain in his stomach, he looked up and saw a metallic beast that trew him in the air and ended his last shift.

The dark figure came back up, looked at the constructed beast and said:" now you can have all the fun you want around here, there should be plenty of peasants to “free” of there lifes"

Master Ivan
Shadow Council

a misunderstanding

a new social misfit joined the special Ops team… a soul binder as it turns out..
that aside though… I strangely enough, like the idea of forcing evil spirits to atone for their crimes by helping others to do some good…

after gathering a little intelligence we set out for Athkatla, but as luck would have it, we ran into some trouble upon our arrival, it would seem that our intelligence was slightly off, though at no point was it Yolanda’s fault.. im sure she just misheard.. it can happen even to divine beings such as myself…

however upon gathering proper intelligence i decided that we needed to do some pirate hunting, so i returned to Purskul to gather supplies for our trip, unfortunately an evil plot had been hatched to frame us for a number of proposterous things.. such as treason to the crown etc. which for any sane person would be the same as blaming the sun for shining, or the wind for blowing…

after a heated arguement with some assassins sent by some of Yolanda’s unfortunate acquiantences… i arrived back at Athkatla, alas without the supplies intended for our voyage.
little did it matter though, being who i am, i’ll find a way to make the impossible possible…

and thus we set out to the pirate isles…

First adventure
terror of Candlekeep

Lord trenzalores søn er blevet reddet og night twist of candlekeep blevet slået ihjel. steg LVL.


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