Neverwinter Game Post 6

By July 28, 2015Dnd, NeverWinter Cloud

Session 6: A precarious Series of Bounties (not complete)

Our tale takes place in the ruined city of Neverwinter, a nexus of brave adventurers hoping to forge their destiny within the crumbled and apocalyptic shell of a once grand city.

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Our adventure starts in the Bawdy Boar, a rough and tumble tavern filled with a motley assortment of patrons including Helg Firebeard– it’s purveyor.  Our adventures noticed that some new faces found their way to the inn. The Bawdy Boar is known for it’s Shield Wall, a wall within the tavern that serves as a message board filled with potential work for would-be adventurers and cryptic messages between said adventurers.

On with the story…

Today’s cast of Neverwinter protagonists include…

  • Kaiser Hemlocke (Mike M): human | ranger3
  • Baron Silas Hightower (John): half orc | fighter4
  • Mir Gorstag (Mike S): human | priest?
  • Hildegarde Stonewall (Sharon): dwarven | rogue4
  • Malek (Travis): human | paladin2?
  • “Chowder” (Joe): human | fighter2
  • Aust Openhand (Ryan): sun elf | wizard2? | mastiff pet “Bitsy”
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“Prelude”


“Click. Click. Click” echoed through the hallways as the sergeant’s spurs skitted against the hard flagstone floor.  The man was tall and lean.  He was dressed in a chainmail hauberk with the Lord Protector’s colors adorning his surcoat.  He also had a long sword strapped to his sword belt.  At his collar was a silver pin, marking him as a sergeant in the Lord Protector’s army.

The sergeant arrived at his destination. A large wooden door with iron braces and a simple iron latch.  He adjusted his uniform and assertively rapped on the door.

“Enter” he heard from the other side. and the sergeant pushed the door open respectfully.

He entered the room and saw an older man sitting at a simple oaken desk.  The desk was littered with paperwork, a large leather satchel and a lantern.  The man behind the desk was older but he was far from frail.  He was a very large and muscled man with wisps of grey at his temples.

Out of his armor, he almost seemed plain- despite his broad shoulders.  But expecting him to be plain or gentle would be a fatal mistake. Unlike most men of high rank, he was dressed very modestly in simple soldier’s garbs with the exception of his gold captain’s pin. His name was Sword-captain Ulvan Kresk.

He had been captain for years and his military knowledge was as as fierce as his swordsmanship. People say that he once killed an umberhulk single-handed in his younger days while skulking through Undermountain.  They say the Lord Protector requested his service personally.  He had been in Neverwinter for 6 seasons and his men would loyally follow him anywhere.  Sometimes he could even be seen carousing with his unit at local inn or tavern.

The modest room was as utilitarian as it’s owner.  He was no noble’s son- he was a man of action. Having risen through the ranks because of duty and several military campaigns, he never had a flavor for the ornate- or for nobles to be honest. But he was an honorable man- and he respected authority.

His face was hard and his eyes were piercing blue- the color of deep ice.  The captains armor lay on it’s rack, scarred from years of combat.  His hand-and-a-half sword, “Flamebourne”, rested against the wall behind him.

“Ahhh Sergeant, what news do you have to report?”  He said in a friendly voice without looking up.

“Good evening sir” the sergeant said with a very respectful salute. “I have the reports from last night” he continued in a wary voice.

Sensing concern, the sergeant looked up, seeing worry on the sergeant’s face.  “Have a seat sergeant” he said gesturing to an open chair across his desk.

“Thank you sir” the sergeant said in a nervous voice while adjusting his sword to take a seat.  A bead of sweat trickled from the sergeant’s brow.

“Good god man, you look a nervous wreck.  What is it?  Did we experience more losses from our contracted adventurers?” Caption Kresk said in his gruff voice.  “How many casualties this time?  That damn hill giant and his bloody maul will give me an ulcer.” he added.

“Ummm, no sir” the sergeant retorted.  “These adventurers were successful with the mission.”

“By Tymora, that is great news” laughed the Captiain.  “Why do you look so worried man?“

“Well sir” the sergeant said, clearing his throat.  “We had some complaints”

“Do tell.” the captain grumbled while rested back in his chair, searching for a comfortable position.

“You’re not going to believe this sir” the sergeant said with a worried smile.

“It can’t be that bad” the Captain said with a shrug.  “They succeeded where three other groups failed and that last last group was a very experience party.  I thought were going to kill that damn giant”

“Yes sir” the sergeant said. He nervously adjusted his position as he began the tale.

“well sir…”

NEED THE STORY- I AM MISSING DETAILS –  Mike S, help me out

 

 Treasure procured

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Vanquished Foes

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(red text indicates a need for more description- help me out- thanks & mea culpa.  Also note that I take some lingual liberties & embellish a bit to fit my character’s version of the story )

 

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