Last weekend, Darlene took up the mantle of the DM for the first time. Since a DM needs players, I obliged and played the role of Brevan, eladrin fighter and scion of the House of the Autumn Leaves. Gnell the gnome bard was played by Amanda, our dear and true friend.
What follows is an excerpt from Brevan's fieldbook:
Having met on business in Hammerfast, Gnell and I came to travel together to Nenlast, a small fishing village on the eastern shore of Lake Nen. I was questing after an ancient magical spear, rumored to have been lost on the field of battle near modern-day Nenlast. Gnell was making an annual visit to her uncle Gniven, delivering metal goods from Hammerfast for use at his inn.
The people of Nenlast were ill at ease, and with good reason. The Tigerclaw barbarians, who usually trade furs for salted meat and metalwork, had taken up the habit of raiding for their goods. The fishers and farmers of Nenlast were no match for these brutal and experienced warriors, and had been totally unable to repel them. Needless to say, we took it upon ourselves to confront the barbarians. We gathered what information we could from the villagers about the whereabouts and habits of the barbarians, then set off into the wilderness in search of our quarry.
It was our intention to reason with the Tigerclaws, who had been honest trading partners in the past, but the Tigerclaws would have none of it. We were ambushed by an archer and a beastmaster with trained dogs. The barbarians attacked immediately, without warning and without asking any questions. We bested them swiftly and took the archer as a prisoner. Through a mixture of interrogation and tracking, the entrance to the lair of the brigands was soon found.
The camp was located inside an ancient ruin. Though the wall was crumbling, and had lost much of its former glory, it was still high enough to keep out intruders and boasted a magically sealed gate. Gnell, being as skilled in the ways of magic as she is at playing the mandolin, quickly deciphered the magical lock and opened the way.
Inside the camp, we found not barbarian warriors, but city-dwellers from the south. They had in their tents furs and facepaints like the Tigerclaws wear, but they used them only as costumes for scaring the villagers. Their leader, Regdis, was an accomplished warrior and was assisted by a woman mage with mastery over lightning. They were formidable opponents, but were ultimately defeated. Regdis had a letter from an unknown third party named Korin. They were appartently quarreling, but there were no clues about why these people were so far from home, or why they were impersonating the Tigerclaws.
Nenlast appears now to be safe, but for how long? And what has become of the true Tigerclaw clanspeople? I have some further inquiries to make in town about the old battlefield. Perhaps I will also dig deeper into this mystery.
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