To a party of seasoned adventurers such as yourselves, what you see is but another dull tavern in another dull town in some nameless province. It is but another span of time between the challenges of true adventuring.
Outside the tavern, a fog lies over the town this evening. The damp, cobbled pavement glistens as the lights of street lanterns dance across the slick stones. The fog chills the bones and shivers the soul of anyone outside.
Yet inside these tavern walls the food is hearty, and the ale is warm and frothy. A fire blazes in the hearth, and the tavern is alive with the tumbling voices of country folk.
Suddenly, the tavern door swings open, and a hush falls over the room. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides through the doorway. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him, and his hat hangs askew, hiding his eyes in shadows. Without hesitation, he walks up to your table and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.
In an accented voice he says, “I have been sent to you to deliver this message. If you be creatures of honor, you will come to my master’s aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich Woods at night!” He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, addressed to all of you in beautiful flowing script. He drops the letter on the table. “Take the west road from here some five hours march down through the Svalich Woods. There you will find my master in Barovia.”
Amid the silent stares of the patronage, the ***** strides to the bar and says to the wary barkeep, “Fill the glasses, one and all. Their throats are obviously parched.” He drops a purse heavy with gold on the bar. With that, he leaves.
The babble of tavern voices resumes, although somewhat subdued. The letter is lying before you. The seal is in the shape of a crest you don’t recognize.
Feel free to ask him why questions and the like, I am just setting things up. We will treat the time before he leaves and you talk to him happening all at the same time. Also if you would you all can explain how you came to the tavern and give a story of how you may know each other.
Tierra was on edge from the moment she set foot in this tavern. There were too many people, they were all being too loud, and honestly the whole place smelled worse than a skunk when it's trying to escape, and at least at that point the skunk's defenses had a purpose. Why had she come here? That was a question she was still asking herself. She had made a promise to the nature spirit that should would seek out those people whom it had instructed would need her help, but would she really find them here.
The people she had met so far didn't seem so bad. At least, they didn't seem to notice (or care) that her clothes were a patch work of plant fiber and animal pelts. Or that she pushed the eating utensils away when her 'food' had arrived and ate with her hands. Or that Atlas kept pestering her for scraps of meat that she eventually gave him... yes, this group of people would do.
When the man entered and starting going on about his master, she finally speaks up. "And who, exactly, is your Master?"
A young halfelf in shining armor sits at the table. By the look of his perfectly new shield and armor, he has never seen any battlefield before. He looks puzzled at the letter with his name and the name of the others on his table, some whom he just meet this very hour. “How did you know i...no, how did you know we would be here? Who is your master?”
He looks a bit emberrest just as he realises that he repeated the same question the kind ranger just asked a moment ago.
Arrigal turns to the strangely dressed woman, seemingly not bothered by the strange way she was dressed. With a quick bow he smiles at her before returning to a friendly stance. "I serve Koylan Indirovich the Burgomaster of the village of Barovia."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"I was simply told by my master come to this place and deliver the letter." The strange man answers the half elf before turing his attention back to Tierra. "Barovia is a place not many travel to in these parts. The forrest is simply dangerous. Perhaps to someone such as yourself it is not so but to the average person it is a place of great fear."
Belmarm, who had initially been leaning back in his seat and simply enjoying the atmosphere itself, loud and smell as it was, had taken to leaning forward in his chair since the stranger's approach. With pitch black eyes devoid of pupils and long, alabaster fingers steeple together before thin lips, he quietly observed the exchange smiling, as tended to be his way. Why had he come here? Why was he with the others? Whatever quests or tasks first brought at least some of the group together had long since past. His part in it having been mostly that of an advisor and guide, as the client at the time and him were long friends.
But the lanky, pale elf with short, combed back hair always had some reason or other to give them. The kind that usually involved repaying some life debt, in fact, even if most others cared little about it. But in truth, and in fact only recently, he spoke in his silvery tongue of admittedly only seeing a 'good story' awaiting the others, and a simple wish to record it.
No matter what the case may be, Belmarm has neither never steered another wrong, or behaved in some malicious fashion. He was just... odd. Polite and helpful, but too curious at times. "How... interesting~ Perhaps this master of yours knows a Seer! Or at least, enjoys the company of one... Hn... Could you tell us more about Barovia itself? I don't believe I know much of that place... and I know many." Belmarm said, never bothering to even look at the letter. He already knew one in the party who would be far too eager to not have immediately snatched it up anyways.
"It is a place ruled over by a great and powerful lord that has made sure the people of the place live in great peace and prosperity. While my own people do not live there we have traveled through it for many many years." Arrigal tells the elf with a wide smile.
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Errol:
"You have done us the favor of granting us your name and the name of the one who sent you. We must return the courtesy. I am Errol Flannagan, itinerant sage of Candlekeep," says the blond-haired human who has been your traveling companion of late. Errol speaks as one who knows much but hungers to know more, and is curiously not pretentious in his learning as so many are. With his sturdy but plain clothes and his well-worn rapier, he would not seem a sage if not for his satchel of writing supplies and the faint stains of ink on his fingertips.
"I am pleased to meet you, Arrigal. What can you tell us of this aid your master, this Koylan Indirovich the Burgomaster of the village of Barovia, requests of us?" Errol has quietly listened to the conversation so far, seeming to drink it all in. Now that he takes an active part, his light brown eyes catch the light with a subtle glimmer. "Or should I just pick up this letter and read it to my companions for more details?" he asks...
Passive Insight to this point of a 16, but rolling now to get a sense for this man's truthfulness now that he is directly interacting with him: 23
History check to determine what Errol knows of Barovia and perhaps decipher that crest: 17
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
The man seems as if he is telling you parts of the truth but not all of it. It is clear by his dress that he is part of the Vistanti people, a nomadic people that are know to be friendly but very secretive about .any parts of your culture.
Unfortunately despite Errol's knowledge from Candle Keep he does not know anything of Barovia and all he can decipher of the rest is that it looks like one a noble or perhaps even a royal household would use.
"I am not privy as to what is written in the letter. While my master is a good man I would not wish to incite his anger by opening it without his consent."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Ah, but you would naturally be curious as to its contents, would you not? And now it has been delivered, why should we not read it in your presence? Then perhaps you could share any additional...pertinent...information that may forewarn us as we travel," replies Errol to the Vistanti man.
"Nadariel, perhaps you would do the honors? I do like to hear myself talk, but other voices may be easier on the ears than mine, and I'm sure you have heard me speak enough these past few weeks since I joined your company," offers Errol humbly, handing the letter over to the honorable Paladin.
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Falzaren will stare at the stranger calmly with his golden eyes, listening as the others question him, "Please, at least join us for a drink before you set out again, it is only polite. On that matter, my name is Falzaren, may we know yours? You gave us the name of your master, but neglected your own." Falzaren's slight frame and golden eyes betray the elven side of his heritage, while his height and rounded ears show his lack of purity. He joined this party to finally leave his training and face the evil he'd trained to fight for so long. Any evil. Though odd, his companions have proven themselves and he enjoys their company. Though he stays relaxed, the intentness in his eyes shows that this mysterious land and the strange invitation have captured his attention.
"Indeed, where do you plan to go tonight--not back to Barovia, surely? I have it on good authority that traveling those woods at night is not wise," quips Errol, parroting the Vistanti man's words back at him, seeking to discern what this man may be hiding from them.
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Arrigal nods even if he still seems reluctant to stand around. His jobs was done and he is ready to go continue on his way. At the same time the bartender begins to pass around drinks to the patrons in the tavern.
Once open the letter reads as so.
Hail to thee of might and valor, I, a lowly servant of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance. The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana, has been afflicted by an evil so deadly that even the good people of our village cannot protect her. She languishes from her wound, and I would have her saved from this menace. There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee and thy fellows if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea. Come quickly, for her time is at hand! All that I have shall be thine!
“Something evil is going on there. I don’t know what kind of divine power guided this letter, but i will help you and your master. Could you be our guide to this village Barovia, because i must admit i don’t know of it. And it sounded like time is of the essence. You said that travel in the night would be dangerous, so i would suggest we meet early in the morning before the sun rises and you can lead us there.”
"I cannot stay. I have more to do this night. Leave by the northern road and you shall find your way there. As you say it would be best for you to continue upon the morrow. Now I must take my leave. I wish you haste in your journey." With that said Arrigal will bow to the party and move to leave the tavern.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
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Errol:
“The phrasing in this letter seems overly dramatic,” says Errol, adding, “but the plea for help seems genuine enough. I say we leave to go help in the morning as requested. What say you all?”
Errol will take a thorough look at the letter to see if there are any coded or hidden messages either in the words as written or in the blank spaces around them. He will also get out his quill and paper to make a copy of that crest.
Investigation: 24
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
To a party of seasoned adventurers such as yourselves, what you see is but another dull tavern in another dull town in some nameless province. It is but another span of time between the challenges of true adventuring.
Outside the tavern, a fog lies over the town this evening. The damp, cobbled pavement glistens as the lights of street lanterns dance across the slick stones. The fog chills the bones and shivers the soul of anyone outside.
Yet inside these tavern walls the food is hearty, and the ale is warm and frothy. A fire blazes in the hearth, and the tavern is alive with the tumbling voices of country folk.
Suddenly, the tavern door swings open, and a hush falls over the room. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides through the doorway. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him, and his hat hangs askew, hiding his eyes in shadows. Without hesitation, he walks up to your table and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.
In an accented voice he says, “I have been sent to you to deliver this message. If you be creatures of honor, you will come to my master’s aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich Woods at night!” He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, addressed to all of you in beautiful flowing script. He drops the letter on the table. “Take the west road from here some five hours march down through the Svalich Woods. There you will find my master in Barovia.”
Amid the silent stares of the patronage, the ***** strides to the bar and says to the wary barkeep, “Fill the glasses, one and all. Their throats are obviously parched.” He drops a purse heavy with gold on the bar. With that, he leaves.
The babble of tavern voices resumes, although somewhat subdued. The letter is lying before you. The seal is in the shape of a crest you don’t recognize.
Feel free to ask him why questions and the like, I am just setting things up. We will treat the time before he leaves and you talk to him happening all at the same time. Also if you would you all can explain how you came to the tavern and give a story of how you may know each other.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Tierra was on edge from the moment she set foot in this tavern. There were too many people, they were all being too loud, and honestly the whole place smelled worse than a skunk when it's trying to escape, and at least at that point the skunk's defenses had a purpose. Why had she come here? That was a question she was still asking herself. She had made a promise to the nature spirit that should would seek out those people whom it had instructed would need her help, but would she really find them here.
The people she had met so far didn't seem so bad. At least, they didn't seem to notice (or care) that her clothes were a patch work of plant fiber and animal pelts. Or that she pushed the eating utensils away when her 'food' had arrived and ate with her hands. Or that Atlas kept pestering her for scraps of meat that she eventually gave him... yes, this group of people would do.
When the man entered and starting going on about his master, she finally speaks up. "And who, exactly, is your Master?"
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
A young halfelf in shining armor sits at the table. By the look of his perfectly new shield and armor, he has never seen any battlefield before. He looks puzzled at the letter with his name and the name of the others on his table, some whom he just meet this very hour. “How did you know i...no, how did you know we would be here? Who is your master?”
He looks a bit emberrest just as he realises that he repeated the same question the kind ranger just asked a moment ago.
Arrigal turns to the strangely dressed woman, seemingly not bothered by the strange way she was dressed. With a quick bow he smiles at her before returning to a friendly stance. "I serve Koylan Indirovich the Burgomaster of the village of Barovia."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Never heard of 'Barovia'," Tierra grunts, "and what makes you think woods are a dangerous place to travel at night?"
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
"I was simply told by my master come to this place and deliver the letter." The strange man answers the half elf before turing his attention back to Tierra. "Barovia is a place not many travel to in these parts. The forrest is simply dangerous. Perhaps to someone such as yourself it is not so but to the average person it is a place of great fear."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Belmarm, who had initially been leaning back in his seat and simply enjoying the atmosphere itself, loud and smell as it was, had taken to leaning forward in his chair since the stranger's approach. With pitch black eyes devoid of pupils and long, alabaster fingers steeple together before thin lips, he quietly observed the exchange smiling, as tended to be his way. Why had he come here? Why was he with the others? Whatever quests or tasks first brought at least some of the group together had long since past. His part in it having been mostly that of an advisor and guide, as the client at the time and him were long friends.
But the lanky, pale elf with short, combed back hair always had some reason or other to give them. The kind that usually involved repaying some life debt, in fact, even if most others cared little about it. But in truth, and in fact only recently, he spoke in his silvery tongue of admittedly only seeing a 'good story' awaiting the others, and a simple wish to record it.
No matter what the case may be, Belmarm has neither never steered another wrong, or behaved in some malicious fashion. He was just... odd. Polite and helpful, but too curious at times. "How... interesting~ Perhaps this master of yours knows a Seer! Or at least, enjoys the company of one... Hn... Could you tell us more about Barovia itself? I don't believe I know much of that place... and I know many." Belmarm said, never bothering to even look at the letter. He already knew one in the party who would be far too eager to not have immediately snatched it up anyways.
Belmarm Visual:
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
"It is a place ruled over by a great and powerful lord that has made sure the people of the place live in great peace and prosperity. While my own people do not live there we have traveled through it for many many years." Arrigal tells the elf with a wide smile.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Errol:
"You have done us the favor of granting us your name and the name of the one who sent you. We must return the courtesy. I am Errol Flannagan, itinerant sage of Candlekeep," says the blond-haired human who has been your traveling companion of late. Errol speaks as one who knows much but hungers to know more, and is curiously not pretentious in his learning as so many are. With his sturdy but plain clothes and his well-worn rapier, he would not seem a sage if not for his satchel of writing supplies and the faint stains of ink on his fingertips.
"I am pleased to meet you, Arrigal. What can you tell us of this aid your master, this Koylan Indirovich the Burgomaster of the village of Barovia, requests of us?" Errol has quietly listened to the conversation so far, seeming to drink it all in. Now that he takes an active part, his light brown eyes catch the light with a subtle glimmer. "Or should I just pick up this letter and read it to my companions for more details?" he asks...
Passive Insight to this point of a 16, but rolling now to get a sense for this man's truthfulness now that he is directly interacting with him: 23
History check to determine what Errol knows of Barovia and perhaps decipher that crest: 17
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
The man seems as if he is telling you parts of the truth but not all of it. It is clear by his dress that he is part of the Vistanti people, a nomadic people that are know to be friendly but very secretive about .any parts of your culture.
Unfortunately despite Errol's knowledge from Candle Keep he does not know anything of Barovia and all he can decipher of the rest is that it looks like one a noble or perhaps even a royal household would use.
"I am not privy as to what is written in the letter. While my master is a good man I would not wish to incite his anger by opening it without his consent."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Errol:
"Ah, but you would naturally be curious as to its contents, would you not? And now it has been delivered, why should we not read it in your presence? Then perhaps you could share any additional...pertinent...information that may forewarn us as we travel," replies Errol to the Vistanti man.
"Nadariel, perhaps you would do the honors? I do like to hear myself talk, but other voices may be easier on the ears than mine, and I'm sure you have heard me speak enough these past few weeks since I joined your company," offers Errol humbly, handing the letter over to the honorable Paladin.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
The man does not seem to be happy that they are trying to read the letter in his presence. It seems that he wants to leave and be on his way.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Falzaren will stare at the stranger calmly with his golden eyes, listening as the others question him, "Please, at least join us for a drink before you set out again, it is only polite. On that matter, my name is Falzaren, may we know yours? You gave us the name of your master, but neglected your own." Falzaren's slight frame and golden eyes betray the elven side of his heritage, while his height and rounded ears show his lack of purity. He joined this party to finally leave his training and face the evil he'd trained to fight for so long. Any evil. Though odd, his companions have proven themselves and he enjoys their company. Though he stays relaxed, the intentness in his eyes shows that this mysterious land and the strange invitation have captured his attention.
Errol:
"Indeed, where do you plan to go tonight--not back to Barovia, surely? I have it on good authority that traveling those woods at night is not wise," quips Errol, parroting the Vistanti man's words back at him, seeking to discern what this man may be hiding from them.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Nadariel will carefully break the seal, paying attention not to damage it to much.
Arrigal nods even if he still seems reluctant to stand around. His jobs was done and he is ready to go continue on his way. At the same time the bartender begins to pass around drinks to the patrons in the tavern.
Once open the letter reads as so.
Hail to thee of might and valor, I, a lowly servant of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance. The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana, has been afflicted by an evil so deadly that even the good people of our village cannot protect her. She languishes from her wound, and I would have her saved from this menace. There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee and thy fellows if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea. Come quickly, for her time is at hand! All that I have shall be thine!
Kolyan Indirovich, Burgomaster
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
“Something evil is going on there. I don’t know what kind of divine power guided this letter, but i will help you and your master. Could you be our guide to this village Barovia, because i must admit i don’t know of it. And it sounded like time is of the essence. You said that travel in the night would be dangerous, so i would suggest we meet early in the morning before the sun rises and you can lead us there.”
"I cannot stay. I have more to do this night. Leave by the northern road and you shall find your way there. As you say it would be best for you to continue upon the morrow. Now I must take my leave. I wish you haste in your journey." With that said Arrigal will bow to the party and move to leave the tavern.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Errol:
“The phrasing in this letter seems overly dramatic,” says Errol, adding, “but the plea for help seems genuine enough. I say we leave to go help in the morning as requested. What say you all?”
Errol will take a thorough look at the letter to see if there are any coded or hidden messages either in the words as written or in the blank spaces around them. He will also get out his quill and paper to make a copy of that crest.
Investigation: 24
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
"I suppose," Tierra says, "though I don't understand why a man from a place I've never heard of was looking for us in particular."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard