this module is very opposite of railroad. it is really up to you. You need to make all the choices. Be prepared. I don't want this thing going slow because you don't know what to do
this is pbp, but it still feels bad when 24 hours fly by and not a single word. Try to post at least once per day
Do not view monster statblocks
Equipment: I don't say what things are in each shop, that would take a whole day. So you gotta look for equipment
dice rolls are done here with the dice roller. You may also want to use tooltips, like backpack.
Icewind Dale has become trapped in a perpetual winter. Ferocious blizzards make the mountain pass through the Spine of the World exceedingly treacherous, and this land has not felt the warmth of the sun in over two years. In fact, the sun no longer appears above the mountains, not even in what should be the height of summer. In this frozen tundra, darkness and bitter cold reign as king and queen. Most dale residents blame Auril the Frostmaiden, the god of winter’s wrath. The shimmering aurora that weaves across the sky each night is said to be her doing—a potent spell that keeps the sun at bay.
Dalefolk live in a scattering of settlements known as Ten-Towns. The drop-off in caravans coming from the south and travel between settlements in this never-ending winter has left everyone feeling isolated. Although each town has resolved to appease the Frostmaiden with sacrifices of one kind or another, no respite from winter’s fury seems forthcoming. For adventurers such as yourselves, Ten-Towns is a place to test one’s mettle and, in the spirit of heroes who have come before, leave one’s mark on this frigid, blighted land.
Yes, you are supposed to know these maps and locations- this is your basic knowledge of Icewind Dale. Since it is easy to go to page 1 and look at this map i will not post it on our ooc thread or something
Snow falls from the sky and lightly touches the ground. You are all wearing your cold weather clothing. Still, the freezing cold bites your cheeks as they turn red(for a human, at least. IDK what other races' cheeks turn into if they're cold. Blue?). The cold air lightens your heads as you stand in the streets of Caer-Dineval, one of the towns in Ten-Towns. Whether you arrived by land or by lac*, you are immediately confronted by the fortifications for which the town is famous: its clifftop fortress, known as the Caer, and the ruined watchtower at the mouth of the frozen harbor. Most of the town’s buildings line the path that winds down the steep slope from the Caer to the harbor, whose docks are perched on the rocky shore. You may have arrived here to hide, or to escape, or rarely- to live a peaceful life in the North. Whatever the reason, you have gathered here, and you have met each other while traveling to this town/unless you live in this town.
*lac is a lake. idk why they call them that, maybe the Ten-Towners think its cool. It's not, IMO
”Svphrf.” Svrf attempts to spit the ice crystals which have formed in his beard away from his mouth, forming a fair onomatopoeic impression of his name in the process. His flowing white moustaches, quite epic in their own right, now flow only with rivers of frozen snot. Even through his thick anorak, the cold can be felt in a way he does not remember from previous journeys north. Mayhaps I was just younger, then...
Tucking a wayward ear back beneath the fur-lined flap of his cap, the deep gnome trudges onward and upward, wondering where this path will lead him this time. Not literally, of course, for he is fairly certain this stretch can lead only to Caer Dineval. His last trip north of the Spine had led him around to the Standing Stones of Thruun, more out of curiosity than a pilgrimage, as he was not really given to such things. A fit of contemplation he had called it at the time. No matter...He had not unearthed anything new for his journals, or the Order, as they’d seen fit to remind him.
Svrf leans more heavily into his long staff, as he begins the final ascent before reaching the first of the Caer-Towns bordering the lac. At least he hopes it is the final ascent, for that is what he has thought for the last several rises. He remembers seeing a man with two trekking poles, and finding the visual undignified, almost silly, but wonders... nooo.. And how’ould I fight wi’ the both o’them, need be..? Such unworthy reflections perish as the diminutive figure tops the rise and indeed spies the fortifications stretching out before him.
”See?! I told ye t’was o’er t’next rise. Four times now.”
A whitish scaled, lizardlike person - no more than two and a half feet tall - peeks out from between two of the buildings. He's covered in a thin cloak and shivering - he may be white and draconic but he was no white dragon. All the same, he slings a pack that's almost as big as him over his shoulder once he notices the travellers approaching. He walks up to the gnome and tugs on his coattail a bit.
"You look cold, sir! If you want you can have some of this - it should warm you up."
Looking down, the white kobold is gingerly holding up a battered tin mug, inside of which the warm smell of hot chocolate can be seen wafting upward with the steam.
If you decide to drink it:
The hot cocoa tastes rather good. It's gone a bit cold but is still warming. You get a hint of coffee beans and peppermint.
"It's a special recipe - is it to your liking? Too sweet, perhaps, or not strong enough?
"Go north, he said. Surely there will be something you could do there that will make your craftsmanship famous, he said. T-the only th-thing that's going to be interesting about me is the ice-statue I'll b-b-become with this freezing cold. And I thought w-winter in my town was c-cold."The figure of a Human is walking into the town of Caer-Dineval. He's talking to himself, and it doesn't seem to bother him that others might overhear. In his hand, he's holding some object that's producing a small light. A lamp? No, the light is too weak for a lamp, unless it's dying out. 10 ft. of light, at most. As he walks closer, you can see the object truly doesn't resemble a lamp. It looks more like a... a waterskin? Yes, it is indeed a waterskin, shining with its weak light. He's shivering from the cold and that makes all the metallic items that he's wearing - either on his person or in his backpack - make a rattling noise.
The figure walks closer and closer, and only when he gets to the two small figures, almost tripping over them, he stops. "Apologies, I didn't see you. Can't see anything beyond this weak light... No one told me it'll be this dark in here." You can now clearly see his physical features. His hair is black and seems like it wasn't cut lately, being neither short nor long, but rather something in the middle. His skin seems bright, but not as bright as the local Humans are. He seems to be in his mid-twenties and about the average height to his age. Maybe a tiny bit taller. As he looks down to the two, the smell of the hot chocolate reaches his nose. "This smell... haven't smelled something like this since I left home. Been eating only dry and tasteless rations for a few tendays. I probably should have taken my cook's utensils, but I forgot them at home. Say, have you got any more of this drink? I could probably pay you for it, one way or another... I might be able to make this mug look as good as new... probably..."
(OOC: Would casting Mending be able to fix the mug? I assume it's not actually broken if it can hold the liquid in it, but if it's battered, it's not exactly perfect either?)
"It's quite alright, sir. It is a bit dark." Cocoa says as he looks up to the man. He smiles warmly as he asks for some.
"I've got some more, yes sir!" the kobold says with a tone and professionalism reminiscent of a seasoned tavern-keeper. "The mug is fine, just a bit dented in places, and no payment is necessary - though I would ask if you might tell me of how it feels and tastes, how I might improve the beverage."
From one of the bottles on his pack, he pours another mug of the tasty and warming drink. Not enough as one might like - a few sips at most - but enough considering the freezing cold.
”Why thank ye, ma wee squamatan feller.” The deep gnome towers a foot taller than the shivering kobold. It is difficult to discern his own complexion, mostly obscured by his goggles and cap, not to mention a truly prodigious beard. His voice is distinctively gnomish, however, and the white of his beard betrays a traveler no longer in his youth.
”My friend, ‘tis positively delicious. I shall drink naught else, from this day forth. What is it?! Oh, but you are cold. I have a blanket y’might wear, if y’re in need?”
Gae-Al moves into town eyeing his surroundings with a glare and a look of mistrust, like he expects to be accosted by a mugger or salesman at any minute. He sighs as he thinks about how far away he is from his clan, and how the buildings seem to close in. He begrudgingly (and silently) acknowledges the difficulty the town’s people probably had in creating them in this environment even before the hard winter arrived. But still, he’s rather be on the tundra proving his worth through hard labor and tests against the weather and creatures of the land. For now, he’ll continue with the beings he met on the road and look for a place with food.
As the group of three begin talks, a voice could be heard a few feet from them. Walking up to them a Halfling with Reddish Brown Hair about mid length with a single pony tail. Clad with a board and sword."Oi! Don't block the walk way.. Oh Cocoa! Didn't see you with the tall fella blocking." Cocoa would know this to be Safice Mountsong a volunteer who often patrols the town. "How you been? Still servin' Folks you're hot drinks? So who might you two be? Don't think i seen y'all around here."
”Why thank ye, ma wee squamatan feller.” The deep gnome towers a foot taller than the shivering kobold. It is difficult to discern his own complexion, mostly obscured by his goggles and cap, not to mention a truly prodigious beard. His voice is distinctively gnomish, however, and the white of his beard betrays a traveler no longer in his youth.
”My friend, ‘tis positively delicious. I shall drink naught else, from this day forth. What is it?! Oh, but you are cold. I have a blanket y’might wear, if y’re in need?”
"It's hot chocolate, with a bit of coffee and a sprinkle of peppermint on top. I'm glad you enjoy it." the kobold grins. "And I should be fine, but thank you for the offer."
As the group of three begin talks, a voice could be heard a few feet from them. Walking up to them a Halfling with Reddish Brown Hair about mid length with a single pony tail. Clad with a board and sword."Oi! Don't block the walk way.. Oh Cocoa! Didn't see you with the tall fella blocking." Cocoa would know this to be Safice Mountsong a volunteer who often patrols the town. "How you been? Still servin' Folks you're hot drinks? So who might you two be? Don't think i seen y'all around here."
Cocoa turns to see his acquaintance and nods his head. "I've been well, thank you. The drinks go well this time of year."
”I am Svrf, intrepid explorer an’ naturalist. Tis not ma first venture north o’ the Spine, but I’ve returned t’observe th’ auroras, determine their nature, why an’ how they’ve changed o’ late. Strange tales traveled south, an’ so I journey north!”
”But farst, I could go fer a hot meal, maybe some dancin’! Lights in th’ sky can wait. Who’s wit’ me?”
A heavily cloaked person approaches your group: “Ah, nice to meet some fellow travelers. Welfyx is the name, musician and entertainer is my calling. Does any of you fine people know where someone could get out of this freezing cold and maybe get a hot stew?”
Gae-Al looks down at the gnome, having grown accustomed to his mannerisms as their paths merged on the road. Although not of the clan, at least Gae-Al could appreciate the druid’s connection to nature. In a gravelly but not overly loud voice he says:
“Nei, jeg danser ikke. But a meal would be welcome. I believe there may be a vertshus, an...inn? On the other side of town. We should be able to find food there.”
A few helpful links
AL rules: https://media.wizards.com/2020/dnd/downloads/AL_PGv10_3.pdf, https://media.wizards.com/2020/dnd/downloads/ALPG_S10_FAQ.pdf, https://media.wizards.com/2020/dnd/downloads/dnd_tcoe_alguidance.pdf
Link to campaign
Players: Firecat5/PolTransfo, DeltaEdge27, MayhemIsEverywhere, BeastyC, Opheodrys, Bhuraelea
Rules
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Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA😶
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]A heavily cloaked figure gestured you to follow him (?) down the path to the harbor. He enters the last house before the harbor.Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Uh wat
”Svphrf.” Svrf attempts to spit the ice crystals which have formed in his beard away from his mouth, forming a fair onomatopoeic impression of his name in the process. His flowing white moustaches, quite epic in their own right, now flow only with rivers of frozen snot. Even through his thick anorak, the cold can be felt in a way he does not remember from previous journeys north. Mayhaps I was just younger, then...
Tucking a wayward ear back beneath the fur-lined flap of his cap, the deep gnome trudges onward and upward, wondering where this path will lead him this time. Not literally, of course, for he is fairly certain this stretch can lead only to Caer Dineval. His last trip north of the Spine had led him around to the Standing Stones of Thruun, more out of curiosity than a pilgrimage, as he was not really given to such things. A fit of contemplation he had called it at the time. No matter...He had not unearthed anything new for his journals, or the Order, as they’d seen fit to remind him.
Svrf leans more heavily into his long staff, as he begins the final ascent before reaching the first of the Caer-Towns bordering the lac. At least he hopes it is the final ascent, for that is what he has thought for the last several rises. He remembers seeing a man with two trekking poles, and finding the visual undignified, almost silly, but wonders... nooo.. And how’ould I fight wi’ the both o’them, need be..? Such unworthy reflections perish as the diminutive figure tops the rise and indeed spies the fortifications stretching out before him.
”See?! I told ye t’was o’er t’next rise. Four times now.”
A whitish scaled, lizardlike person - no more than two and a half feet tall - peeks out from between two of the buildings. He's covered in a thin cloak and shivering - he may be white and draconic but he was no white dragon. All the same, he slings a pack that's almost as big as him over his shoulder once he notices the travellers approaching. He walks up to the gnome and tugs on his coattail a bit.
"You look cold, sir! If you want you can have some of this - it should warm you up."
Looking down, the white kobold is gingerly holding up a battered tin mug, inside of which the warm smell of hot chocolate can be seen wafting upward with the steam.
If you decide to drink it:
The hot cocoa tastes rather good. It's gone a bit cold but is still warming. You get a hint of coffee beans and peppermint.
"It's a special recipe - is it to your liking? Too sweet, perhaps, or not strong enough?
"Go north, he said. Surely there will be something you could do there that will make your craftsmanship famous, he said. T-the only th-thing that's going to be interesting about me is the ice-statue I'll b-b-become with this freezing cold. And I thought w-winter in my town was c-cold." The figure of a Human is walking into the town of Caer-Dineval. He's talking to himself, and it doesn't seem to bother him that others might overhear. In his hand, he's holding some object that's producing a small light. A lamp? No, the light is too weak for a lamp, unless it's dying out. 10 ft. of light, at most. As he walks closer, you can see the object truly doesn't resemble a lamp. It looks more like a... a waterskin? Yes, it is indeed a waterskin, shining with its weak light. He's shivering from the cold and that makes all the metallic items that he's wearing - either on his person or in his backpack - make a rattling noise.
The figure walks closer and closer, and only when he gets to the two small figures, almost tripping over them, he stops. "Apologies, I didn't see you. Can't see anything beyond this weak light... No one told me it'll be this dark in here." You can now clearly see his physical features. His hair is black and seems like it wasn't cut lately, being neither short nor long, but rather something in the middle. His skin seems bright, but not as bright as the local Humans are. He seems to be in his mid-twenties and about the average height to his age. Maybe a tiny bit taller. As he looks down to the two, the smell of the hot chocolate reaches his nose. "This smell... haven't smelled something like this since I left home. Been eating only dry and tasteless rations for a few tendays. I probably should have taken my cook's utensils, but I forgot them at home. Say, have you got any more of this drink? I could probably pay you for it, one way or another... I might be able to make this mug look as good as new... probably..."
(OOC: Would casting Mending be able to fix the mug? I assume it's not actually broken if it can hold the liquid in it, but if it's battered, it's not exactly perfect either?)
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"It's quite alright, sir. It is a bit dark." Cocoa says as he looks up to the man. He smiles warmly as he asks for some.
"I've got some more, yes sir!" the kobold says with a tone and professionalism reminiscent of a seasoned tavern-keeper. "The mug is fine, just a bit dented in places, and no payment is necessary - though I would ask if you might tell me of how it feels and tastes, how I might improve the beverage."
From one of the bottles on his pack, he pours another mug of the tasty and warming drink. Not enough as one might like - a few sips at most - but enough considering the freezing cold.
”Why thank ye, ma wee squamatan feller.”
The deep gnome towers a foot taller than the shivering kobold. It is difficult to discern his own complexion, mostly obscured by his goggles and cap, not to mention a truly prodigious beard. His voice is distinctively gnomish, however, and the white of his beard betrays a traveler no longer in his youth.
”My friend, ‘tis positively delicious. I shall drink naught else, from this day forth. What is it?! Oh, but you are cold. I have a blanket y’might wear, if y’re in need?”
Gae-Al moves into town eyeing his surroundings with a glare and a look of mistrust, like he expects to be accosted by a mugger or salesman at any minute. He sighs as he thinks about how far away he is from his clan, and how the buildings seem to close in. He begrudgingly (and silently) acknowledges the difficulty the town’s people probably had in creating them in this environment even before the hard winter arrived. But still, he’s rather be on the tundra proving his worth through hard labor and tests against the weather and creatures of the land. For now, he’ll continue with the beings he met on the road and look for a place with food.
As the group of three begin talks, a voice could be heard a few feet from them. Walking up to them a Halfling with Reddish Brown Hair about mid length with a single pony tail. Clad with a board and sword."Oi! Don't block the walk way.. Oh Cocoa! Didn't see you with the tall fella blocking." Cocoa would know this to be Safice Mountsong a volunteer who often patrols the town. "How you been? Still servin' Folks you're hot drinks? So who might you two be? Don't think i seen y'all around here."
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA"It's hot chocolate, with a bit of coffee and a sprinkle of peppermint on top. I'm glad you enjoy it." the kobold grins. "And I should be fine, but thank you for the offer."
Cocoa turns to see his acquaintance and nods his head. "I've been well, thank you. The drinks go well this time of year."
”I am Svrf, intrepid explorer an’ naturalist. Tis not ma first venture north o’ the Spine, but I’ve returned t’observe th’ auroras, determine their nature, why an’ how they’ve changed o’ late. Strange tales traveled south, an’ so I journey north!”
”But farst, I could go fer a hot meal, maybe some dancin’! Lights in th’ sky can wait. Who’s wit’ me?”
A heavily cloaked person approaches your group: “Ah, nice to meet some fellow travelers. Welfyx is the name, musician and entertainer is my calling. Does any of you fine people know where someone could get out of this freezing cold and maybe get a hot stew?”
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Gae-Al looks down at the gnome, having grown accustomed to his mannerisms as their paths merged on the road. Although not of the clan, at least Gae-Al could appreciate the druid’s connection to nature. In a gravelly but not overly loud voice he says:
“Nei, jeg danser ikke. But a meal would be welcome. I believe there may be a vertshus, an...inn? On the other side of town. We should be able to find food there.”
(you all know the inn)