“Well met,
My name is Zefflon the Bard and I have a tale for you. On the 27 Day of Sep in the year of the White Dragon, I having beguiled the lass I met the day before teamed up with some adventurers struck with the same disaster as I, they must have been riders on the ship I was on, coming to Stormreach. To remember the ship was lost at sea after being attacked by a vicious white dragon. I thought to be the only survivor but others must of survived and awash on the shores of this island. My new companions dressed in the linen shifts we were asleep in and besought of our items and coin, looked for employment in the village of Korthos.
My companions are myself, a lass I met outside that Sahuagin filled grotto, named Rowanfists Paks, a brawny lass that had some special unarmed fighting capability, Morahh Ismorah A halfling bard/barbarian who must have hailed from the north, Halek Dragonsbane, a warforged left over from the wars who had to be a healer and follower of his robotic gods, Rhyzzo Hagglebot, a fellow spinner of stories even though he be but 3 feet tall, and the scoundrel Rhadaepd, another halfling of dubious background. Morahh who had been here longer directed us to the barkeep Sigmund who said there was plenty of work for people who would assist the local villagers in exchange for some coin. So off we went.
We came to a Heyton family crypt and was asked by Sigmund’s daughter Kaja to find out what the strange noises coming from inside were. We ventured in seeking fame and fortune and a way off this blasted island. We discovered that something has awakened the undead! Spiders large as a dog attacked around every corner, and zombies of the heyton family followed of every move, but after some fancy moves of Rowanfists, and some death dealing blows of Morahh, who wielded an axe as large as I, amazing feat for a halfling, we vanquished these foes, to only find the Sahuagin has infested this crypt. We easily dispatched these horrors to the deeps of the hell, and found the way blocked by a magical force. Some quick intuitive powers of our group easily overcame this as we discovered that the key to this force was a series of three crests hidden in a trio of altars. We came across the source of the undead a Sahuagin priestess which we quickly destroyed. Our rogue had found a chest left by the heyton family and was trapped to believe it. He quickly neutralized the trap and we thought since the dead have no need of worldly possessions we emptied the chest. We returned to Kaja to inform her that the dead were asleep in the long silence again and she rewarded us with a magical ring.
Next employer was Linus Weir who wanted our help retrieving a series of scrolls old man Heyton left in the village warehouse. Seemed a simple enough task and we set forth, to find the warehouse besieged by a spiders and rats. After easily dispatching these we came to a complex locked door, and not knowing how to open it, set about looking for a key. We found yonder key in a crate, must of been hidden there by old man Heyton to guard his scrolls. Once we picked up the key we found that our presence was sensed by a Sahuagin who had built a lair behind a secret door in the warehouse. Morahh, Rowanfists easily dispatched this creature back to the briny deep, and we discovered he had accumulated a little stash of treasure which we distributed to the party. Finally I can eat tonight. We opened the door to discover that old man Heyton wasn’t to trustworthy not only did he lock the door but he had placed the scrolls under some protective magic that was attuned to a complex puzzle. Rhadaepd and Rhyzzo quickly discovered the correct placing of the floor tiles and we returned to Linus with the scrolls and he rewarded us with a magical belt.
Realizing it was still early morning and we had plenty of time on our hands we went forth looking for some more employment and Sigmund led us to Baldar the Bold who returned to Korthos with a Cannith Crystal, a magical device which powers the magical items in and around Korthos. He said the Devourer cult would come back to the village tonight to destroy the crystal and wanted to know if we would guard the crystal. We agreed. We ventured in to the Korthos Hall and soon after we set up were placed upon the followers of the Devourer cult. Some quick work by our team easily sent these misguided devout cultist to the hell they spawned form and we saved the crystal from damage. The cult must have suspected a group to guard the crystal as the even send a Sahuagin priestess to assist in the raid. We dispatched them all and returned for another magical item.
At this time Sigmund had no more work in the village for us, but passed on some secret whispering he heard about a collaborator amongst the villagers and that they may be meeting here in the inn tonight. We hid ourselves in the dark of the common room and awaited the evil to come. A man entered named Jacoby Drexelhand and we found him to be the collaborator. We quickly dispatched his conspirators of the cult as they came to meet him but Jacoby escaped into the cellar. Now where could he be going? We chased after him and found a secret passage the tavern keep must not have known existed. We followed it down into the damp murky caves below the village to find a series of cultist awaiting us around every corner, but finally we tracked Jacoby down and he was discussing the end of Korthos with a Sahuagin warrior. We dispatched them both and Sigmund praised our victory with ale and food. He told us the Mayors daughter had been taken by the cultist into the wilds surrounding the village and that we should seek him out.
The following morn we spoke with the mayor and he asked if we would be willing to go rescue the girl. We agreed and spoke to other villagers who and some similar job in the wilds surrounding the village. A fisherman named handsome wilm, who wasn’t too handsome to me but Morahh took a liking to him. He was looking a noble form house d’Jorasco who was taken by the cultist and Ursa Jernsvard a local militia member who wanted us to find old man Heyton who ventured out into the wilds to discover the source of the cultist’s power.
We ventured out into the wilds and found a ranger out there named Gunnar who wanted our help to stop the Sahuagin from awaking a horrible beast to aid the cult. We jumped into the lagoon and found the entrance to the giant device controls and were we encountered Sahuagin and ice mephitis. Our rogue played a unique role in here as we came across some nasty traps set to keep others away from the magical device. We quickly found our way to the giant device and armed it to keep the nasty beast asleep for a few hundred years or more. He rewarded us with a magical hat.
We found a noble Sahuagin, if you were to believe that, that called himself Vekz. We dispatched him and returned to Korthos for some well needed rest. I befriended a fellow bard named Braij who told me some stories to pass on and the ability to discover secret doors. Having rested and needing to move on to Stormreach, we ventured out into the wilds to see if we can find Mistress d’Jorasco, and she was taken and locked in a cell in the Decrepit Catacombs. We dispatched the guards placed there to guard her, and then we found that Jacoby was not laid to rest but returned as a ghoul. The cult must have rewarded him with unlife for his failure in the conspiracy of theirs. We dispatched him and a powerful skeleton and returned Madame d’Jorasco to the village. We soon discovered a rather large ice mephit who whispered his name as Zeer, guarding the entrance. We dispatched back to the hell it was brought from and quickly found what had happened to the missing villagers. Sahuagin had taken them all. We easily freed them all, and defeated the cultist and Sahuagin that guarded them, and lastly found the mayor’s daughter fixing to be sacrificed to their gods. Halek by this time had proved his devout worship of his gods by keeping us alive with some well timed healing powers. We returned the villagers back safely to their home and were recognized as heroes in the village.
Next we sought old man heyton and found him in the old Cannith Manufactory. We came across some of the war dogs left over from the war, those robotic types. There grease proved to be difficult for us, but we ended their unnatural life, as Halek looked on and mumbled about us “meatbags”. We soon found our way blocked by a complex series of valves and crystals, but once again our leader Morahh quickly discovered the key and we dispatched them and found old man Heyton who had locked himself in a safe spot awaiting an onslaught of Sahuagin. They came from the depths and we dispatched them all with a little help from Heyton and his bodyguard Alagram. He told us we need to discover the power behind the cult and sent us into the white dragon lair itself. To think us a simple group of young adventures can penetrate the lair of a dragon, but he promised we would have help.
He was right the cleric form the grotto was there with her rogue and sorcerer friend. We split between two paths and fought our way through zombies, ghouls, cultists and ice spiders to see the cultist spawn an Ice flenser. We made it past him and the magical blocks they put in our path to find the true source of their power a mind flayer bent on controlling the dragon. At the crucial time we quickly destroyed the crystal that was assisting the mind flayer in bending the dragons will to him, and the dragon ended the mind flayer’s life for us. Heyton send us back to Korthos were we discovered the unnatural cold for this time of year had dissipated. Rinaar d’Thuranni the captain of the Sojourn welcomed us on his hip for the being the heroes of Korthos and took us to Stormreach.
We found ourselves on the dock of the harbor of Stormreach and soon realized how big the famous city was. My fellow bard got himself a gig in the local tavern the Leaky Dinghy, and left our group. The rest of us wanted to explore the city some and we found a drunk wandering the harbor named Durk. He not only was drunk but in my humble opinion a little deranged as well. He kept mentioning a secret. He sent us into the sewers were sought after his secret to find in infested with Kobolds and troglodytes. We were joined in our exploration by Ustiago Potter a favored soul of the Silver Flame. We dispatched the infestation and found a duo of kobold warriors that were brother led this ragtag group of vermin. The city walls itself seemed to dispatch oozes a many to end our heroic exploration. We found no secret and returned to the drunk to confront him. He rewarded us for finding nothing and sent us on our way were we came to Mistress Alhurra.
She told us of the test of all heroes the butcher’s path. A series of underground sewers infested with an all sorts of monsters. We thought us capable but soon found ourselves not. Our robotic friend needed to go oil himself and we recruited a Paladin of the silver flame Kasquick the mighty. In the task of proving ourselves worthy of being labeled heroes of Stormreach harbor we fought spiders, more oozes, kobolds, troglodytes, and many a wicked shaman. At this time I must recall with a fond thought of our leader Morahh the barbarian singer of songs, who lost her life in this place. She will live on long in my songs. A solitary adventurer seeking fame came to us his name being Lessahd another favored soul. Remember those shaman well it wasn’t pretty but one of them almost ended my life, with a nasty fireball. But some quick footed handy work on my part and the awesome healing of Lessahd, and Ustiago saved me form an untimely end. However I divert from the tale and we quickly returned to the harbor being victorious in the Butcher’s Path.
After many a harrowing escapes we thought to take room at the local inns of Stormreach and I found myself a nice cozy place where you find me today, The Wayward Lobster. Here you can drink, eat, and be merry or if you wish to test your skills in battle can even fight fellow citizens of Stormreach. I look forward to reuniting with my group in the days to come. May Kelemvor guide your soul Morahh, and for those listening to my tale may he judge you fairly when you approach him in death.
Zefflon”