Four years ago the sprawling city of Stoutwall was a haven for people who wanted peace and quiet. The throne of this city state was usurped by a dark magic user named Cabilar.
The entire city council was slew by a single deadly magical cloud of gas, his Royal Majesty struck down by fierce lighting and queen and heirs died softly in their sleep; consumed by deadly vapours.
Only one heir survived this massacre. The King’s attendant, guessing Cabilar’s plans has escaped into the secret passages of the castle and into the young surviving prince’s chambers one level above the rest of the family. They fled into long forgotten passages until they reached safety beyond the walls. They travelled for weeks down backroads before reaching distant relatives of the prince. The journey proved too much for the aged attendant and he died soon after handing the boy onto his new wards. Before he died he passed one possession onto the prince, a jade crown the symbol of kingly power for the region of Stoutwall.
Cabilar, realising the prince was missing along with the crown and the power it held tore the city apart looking for them both. A minion of Cabilar’s was sent after the crown, tracking it’s power one of the prince’s new wards whom separated from his wife to take the crown to a secret place for safe keeping. The crown was taken from his cold deadening hands and stolen.
Now that the prince is old enough to win back his city and home, it is time the crown is found and returned to him. After much research by the prince’s remaining ward ‘Aunt’ Kassandra Nalia, the lair of this minion has been discovered. You have been commissioned by Kassandra to retrieve the crown which is thought to reside in the minions tower, the same tower that Cabilar lived in before his conquest. She promises each one of you great rewards to do this and affirms that the beleaguered city state of Stoutwall will be indebted to you for this.
She also introduces you to Lan Forgekeeper, the young prince whom she confirms is really Jermiah Foustian IV. As you have been vetted by her contacts she trusts you with this secret as she tells you of your mission over homebrewed ale in the small townhouse she and Lan now live in the small town of Girtwood.
*Also please put your characters in the campaign page and link them below. I didn’t realise the scope of dndbeyond so yes there will be weight included in the game*
Darree takes another sip of her ale. Or seems to, anyway. She hasn't actually drank a drop yet. She glances around the motley group for the nth time since she had arrived, still not fully trusting that this job was as good as it seemed to be. That said, it sounded very lucrative, and she just couldn't say no at the time. Would that be a mistake on her part? She'd have to see. With any luck it won't be.
"So... The name's Ratty. Well, no, that ain't actually my name, but you can call me that," The halfling gives a smile and reclines back in her seat, "because it's the only name you're gettin'. Uh... I dunno what else there is to say about me. I like things. I dislike the cold. Not too keen on posh folk either," And she glances pointedly at Kassandra and Lan, "But I'll make an exception this once I guess. What about you guys?"
Her attention shifts to the others once again, looking each of them over. "You got names and like things too?"
Ulfric necks another pint of ale and glances suspiciously at Darree's seemingly ever full mug.
"Bloody elf piss" he mutters as he beckons for another, bright orange mohawk wobbling as he shakes his head, "I'm Ulfric, and quite honestly I doubt we'll live long enough to get all chummy. People rarely get bands of strangers with a talent for violence together for simple or easy tasks" he says grinning.
Smirking ear to ear as Thokk drinks the ale thinking about the coin that is promise
" I agree with the silly hair dwarf no point in pretending to be friends, but for a job that pays well I say no need to get on our bad sides since we going have to fight together. Thokk is my name and hunting large game is my business
"I think his hair's pretty cool. Noticeable and identifiable, but I commend your confidence, Ulfric." Glancing briefly at the dwarf in question, only to give a small nod. The temptation to speak further thoughts crossed her mind but she decides against it. She does, after all, have to be friendly.
Lan address’s each of you in turn, greeting and shaking each of your hands if you let him.
’It is good to meet such noble persons. I am indebted to you for your bravery and candour. I have been informed by my dutiful Aunt here that each of you have performed to high standards and held yourselves with honesty and integrity.’
’The crown is of most importance and we are trusting the fate of our homeland in your capable hands. I believe we have one more member of your party that has yet to arrive. Is there anything else that you wish to ask of us? I have a family friend whom is a capable guide whom will escort you to where we believe the crown now resides. He is a capable man but I’m afraid his skills are far beyond what is required of this mission’.
"Let you're friend guide us to the location of the crown and we will bring it to you without trouble, also what are the chances you know what could be in the area that crown is?"
Darree does allow him to shake her hand, though it's ultimately the briefest handshake one can do to be polite.
"You sure he's a friend of yours?" She asks with a curious raise of the brow and slight tilt of the head. A tilt that is soon straightened. "Also, yeah, I have one. Don't suppose you can give us any supplies or money to buy supplies first before we go risk our lives for you, can ya? Gotta stay alive long enough to get shit done after all."
Ignoring the comments on his hair with some effort, Ulfric looks at the offered hand and back to Lan's face before taking another deep drink.
"Here's a question for you lass" Ulfric says, leading back and looking at Kassandra with a raised eyebrow "what makes you think this wee little princeling will be welcomed back by the people? It's been a while hasn't it? I imagine there will be quite a few people who are pretty happy with things as they are."
Bhelmek, a dwarf in chain, with a shield, warhammer, and symbol of Morradin on the shield, shakes the young princes hand, but continues to remain silent. As each person introduced themselves he would nod his head in acknowledgement but even during pregnant pauses of silence, when all eyes turned to him, still he held his tongue.
Finally when Ulfric questions future plans of Kassandra and Lan he speaks, "Ulfric, ... not our problem, yet. Let's deal with the one we have."
"It's a good question though." Darree looks thoughtful, glancing between Ulfric, Kassandra, and Lan. "This could be all for nothing. Not that that concerns me, I'm just doing what I can to get paid and then go, but you've gotta think about that. Some people ain't gonna wanna follow a prince who hasn't been around for a while."
A darker look than you would expect from such young features crosses the Prince’s face.
‘I am afraid you may be right. Whilst my father was not the most respected, I sincerely believe my people would be better off without Cabilar’s clutch on them. Whilst you may fear the Thayan’s for their regimes and the horrors they commit, Cabilar, when compared to the Red Wizards in general is far crueler.’
Looking each of you directly in the face, Lan pulls out a bundle of letters from within his cloak. He passes you letters he opens one by one. Each letter tells a terrible tale from the people under the rule of Cabilar. Children taken from parents and experimented on. Fathers charmed into doing unspeakable things to Mothers. Families starving and held captive in a land ruled by undead minions.
‘Stoutwall may be a small city state that the realms may have forgotten, however it is a place of woe and misery if these letters tell the truth.’
"Aye, I'd wager you're right on that one laddie" Ulfric says as he skims the letters.
"Well, I for one don't like the dead much and like the undead even less. If your colin's good I'll bury my axe in the face of any gribbly between me and that crown or die trying. You can't be worse for these poor bastards than the current regime."
Darree takes the letter handed to her and reads through it carefully, her once friendly expression darkening to one more serious and concerned. Such doings sounded terrible for sure, but who was to say that Lan was to be any better? Especially after trying to tug at her heartstrings by giving her this letter. An interesting tactic.
"And what's to say these are true? Y'could just be giving us a bunch'a made up forgeries in order to manipulate us, which I wouldn't take kindly to if that's what you were doing."
Lan looks to his aunt, ‘simply put, the power of the crown will not work on my bloodline until my maturing name day. I do not pretend to understand these things, only that without the crown there is no hope to overthrow Cabilar.’
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Four years ago the sprawling city of Stoutwall was a haven for people who wanted peace and quiet. The throne of this city state was usurped by a dark magic user named Cabilar.
The entire city council was slew by a single deadly magical cloud of gas, his Royal Majesty struck down by fierce lighting and queen and heirs died softly in their sleep; consumed by deadly vapours.
Only one heir survived this massacre. The King’s attendant, guessing Cabilar’s plans has escaped into the secret passages of the castle and into the young surviving prince’s chambers one level above the rest of the family. They fled into long forgotten passages until they reached safety beyond the walls. They travelled for weeks down backroads before reaching distant relatives of the prince. The journey proved too much for the aged attendant and he died soon after handing the boy onto his new wards. Before he died he passed one possession onto the prince, a jade crown the symbol of kingly power for the region of Stoutwall.
Cabilar, realising the prince was missing along with the crown and the power it held tore the city apart looking for them both. A minion of Cabilar’s was sent after the crown, tracking it’s power one of the prince’s new wards whom separated from his wife to take the crown to a secret place for safe keeping. The crown was taken from his cold deadening hands and stolen.
Now that the prince is old enough to win back his city and home, it is time the crown is found and returned to him. After much research by the prince’s remaining ward ‘Aunt’ Kassandra Nalia, the lair of this minion has been discovered. You have been commissioned by Kassandra to retrieve the crown which is thought to reside in the minions tower, the same tower that Cabilar lived in before his conquest. She promises each one of you great rewards to do this and affirms that the beleaguered city state of Stoutwall will be indebted to you for this.
She also introduces you to Lan Forgekeeper, the young prince whom she confirms is really Jermiah Foustian IV. As you have been vetted by her contacts she trusts you with this secret as she tells you of your mission over homebrewed ale in the small townhouse she and Lan now live in the small town of Girtwood.
*Please use some form of indicators to announce any out of character/player comments. All other narration is kept out of such indicator*
You all sit together for the first time, sharing as much about yourselves as you felt fit.
*Also please put your characters in the campaign page and link them below. I didn’t realise the scope of dndbeyond so yes there will be weight included in the game*
{ the link for Darree: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Lirborn/characters/21355908 }
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Darree takes another sip of her ale. Or seems to, anyway. She hasn't actually drank a drop yet. She glances around the motley group for the nth time since she had arrived, still not fully trusting that this job was as good as it seemed to be. That said, it sounded very lucrative, and she just couldn't say no at the time. Would that be a mistake on her part? She'd have to see. With any luck it won't be.
"So... The name's Ratty. Well, no, that ain't actually my name, but you can call me that," The halfling gives a smile and reclines back in her seat, "because it's the only name you're gettin'. Uh... I dunno what else there is to say about me. I like things. I dislike the cold. Not too keen on posh folk either," And she glances pointedly at Kassandra and Lan, "But I'll make an exception this once I guess. What about you guys?"
Her attention shifts to the others once again, looking each of them over. "You got names and like things too?"
*link to Ulfric... I think https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/PLKenrick/characters/21330163*
Ulfric necks another pint of ale and glances suspiciously at Darree's seemingly ever full mug.
"Bloody elf piss" he mutters as he beckons for another, bright orange mohawk wobbling as he shakes his head, "I'm Ulfric, and quite honestly I doubt we'll live long enough to get all chummy. People rarely get bands of strangers with a talent for violence together for simple or easy tasks" he says grinning.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Nychico510/characters/21339078 Thokk
Smirking ear to ear as Thokk drinks the ale thinking about the coin that is promise
" I agree with the silly hair dwarf no point in pretending to be friends, but for a job that pays well I say no need to get on our bad sides since we going have to fight together. Thokk is my name and hunting large game is my business
"I think his hair's pretty cool. Noticeable and identifiable, but I commend your confidence, Ulfric." Glancing briefly at the dwarf in question, only to give a small nod. The temptation to speak further thoughts crossed her mind but she decides against it. She does, after all, have to be friendly.
Lan address’s each of you in turn, greeting and shaking each of your hands if you let him.
’It is good to meet such noble persons. I am indebted to you for your bravery and candour. I have been informed by my dutiful Aunt here that each of you have performed to high standards and held yourselves with honesty and integrity.’
’The crown is of most importance and we are trusting the fate of our homeland in your capable hands. I believe we have one more member of your party that has yet to arrive. Is there anything else that you wish to ask of us? I have a family friend whom is a capable guide whom will escort you to where we believe the crown now resides. He is a capable man but I’m afraid his skills are far beyond what is required of this mission’.
"Let you're friend guide us to the location of the crown and we will bring it to you without trouble, also what are the chances you know what could be in the area that crown is?"
Darree does allow him to shake her hand, though it's ultimately the briefest handshake one can do to be polite.
"You sure he's a friend of yours?" She asks with a curious raise of the brow and slight tilt of the head. A tilt that is soon straightened. "Also, yeah, I have one. Don't suppose you can give us any supplies or money to buy supplies first before we go risk our lives for you, can ya? Gotta stay alive long enough to get shit done after all."
Ignoring the comments on his hair with some effort, Ulfric looks at the offered hand and back to Lan's face before taking another deep drink.
"Here's a question for you lass" Ulfric says, leading back and looking at Kassandra with a raised eyebrow "what makes you think this wee little princeling will be welcomed back by the people? It's been a while hasn't it? I imagine there will be quite a few people who are pretty happy with things as they are."
*Bhelmek https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Giasrhen/characters/21335582 . Sorry missed the link in campaigns to this thread I was erroneously waiting for everything to start. Fool me.*
Bhelmek, a dwarf in chain, with a shield, warhammer, and symbol of Morradin on the shield, shakes the young princes hand, but continues to remain silent. As each person introduced themselves he would nod his head in acknowledgement but even during pregnant pauses of silence, when all eyes turned to him, still he held his tongue.
Finally when Ulfric questions future plans of Kassandra and Lan he speaks, "Ulfric, ... not our problem, yet. Let's deal with the one we have."
Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
"It's a good question though." Darree looks thoughtful, glancing between Ulfric, Kassandra, and Lan. "This could be all for nothing. Not that that concerns me, I'm just doing what I can to get paid and then go, but you've gotta think about that. Some people ain't gonna wanna follow a prince who hasn't been around for a while."
"I'm agreeing with them, the job will get done just hope prince that you're people are still loyal to you."
A darker look than you would expect from such young features crosses the Prince’s face.
‘I am afraid you may be right. Whilst my father was not the most respected, I sincerely believe my people would be better off without Cabilar’s clutch on them. Whilst you may fear the Thayan’s for their regimes and the horrors they commit, Cabilar, when compared to the Red Wizards in general is far crueler.’
Looking each of you directly in the face, Lan pulls out a bundle of letters from within his cloak. He passes you letters he opens one by one. Each letter tells a terrible tale from the people under the rule of Cabilar. Children taken from parents and experimented on. Fathers charmed into doing unspeakable things to Mothers. Families starving and held captive in a land ruled by undead minions.
‘Stoutwall may be a small city state that the realms may have forgotten, however it is a place of woe and misery if these letters tell the truth.’
Bhelmek reads the letter casually while trying to get a read on his magesty's sincerity and perhaps that of his Governess.
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Katerielle in Lost mine of Phandelver.
Bhelmek Thuldren in The dark tower of Cabilar.
Iam Unsure in Tower of Heaven.
"Aye, I'd wager you're right on that one laddie" Ulfric says as he skims the letters.
"Well, I for one don't like the dead much and like the undead even less. If your colin's good I'll bury my axe in the face of any gribbly between me and that crown or die trying. You can't be worse for these poor bastards than the current regime."
Darree takes the letter handed to her and reads through it carefully, her once friendly expression darkening to one more serious and concerned. Such doings sounded terrible for sure, but who was to say that Lan was to be any better? Especially after trying to tug at her heartstrings by giving her this letter. An interesting tactic.
"And what's to say these are true? Y'could just be giving us a bunch'a made up forgeries in order to manipulate us, which I wouldn't take kindly to if that's what you were doing."
Ulfric laughs and finishes his current mug of ale.
"I like this one" he says nodding to Darree "she's suspicious. I reckon she'll probably survive the longest. And she's got a point."
Ulfric turns to Lan and says "Here's a question for you. Why now? What's changed?"
Lan looks to his aunt, ‘simply put, the power of the crown will not work on my bloodline until my maturing name day. I do not pretend to understand these things, only that without the crown there is no hope to overthrow Cabilar.’