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The Border Kingdoms, A west march style adventure based in the lands of Faerûn. Part of
the Forgotten Realms campaign setting.
A
man in his fifties should not be trekking around Heading back down the corridor east a series of
the countryside like some damn fool adventurer. doors came into view, each paced a ways apart,
That was a job for much younger men. Resu along the southern wall.
longed for his personal study with his only The first door creaked on its decrepit rust-scaled
friends, leather-bound tomes. A spot of herbal hinges, as a party member peered within. Rasping
tea piping hot and his pipe freshly packed and claws on stone and the shrill squeal of vermin
coal glowing. A blazing hearth to warm his denote the unwelcomed assault of giant rats. "Rats,
why does it always have to be rats?!" complained
aching bones. Drawing him from his reveries, his abduction Torin. Grim nods in agreeance, the party leaped
and the final battle with the mysterious EYE haunted him. into the melee. Resu incanted firebolt but the first
Dismissing it with a shudder, Resu bent to the task at hand. spell he ever learned, a cantrip really, faltered as the
Today was the fifth day of the first tenday of Ches, the year foes were quickly dispatched.
of 1494? Something nagged in the back of Resu's mind, thing Nasalt professionally checked each door for
or things out of place, the garb and speech of the townsfolk of traps. Several rooms and vermin later, Resu felt his
Manywaters, his companions. It did not precisely fit. blood stir with Mystera's calling. "I'm actually
The current year of 901 DR floated around the nether, ever almost beginning to enjoy this!" he exclaimed to
the taunting, yet elusive specter. himself. Now if the veterans would only give him
the opportunity to blast something! The party
cautiously explored the dank basement abode and
the drab, boringly vacant apartments. Rat
Field Status: At Risk excrement and gnawed leavings are poor
Rudely awakened with the jab of a boot-clad toe, recompenses. A final doorway down eastward
Resu stirred. Opening one eye, he glared at the corridor presents its barrier to our brave lads.
grinning rogue. Nasalt winked at him, "Tea and Eagerness for plunder pushes aside caution, as the
crumpets sire?", in a girlish voice, role-playing a preliminary search of the door, walls, and floor yield
maid or personal servant. Good natured laughter no threats. The last thing the party recalls is
mocked his slumber laden form. "Fools..." Nasalt's outstretched hand opening the door. A
grumbled Resu and painstakingly rose from the rumbling of stones, nothingness, blackness, and
warm bedroll. "Did you prank me? The rocks under pain...
my pallet bruised and jabbed me all night..." Pain. Choking. The struggle of breath. These
Belelor's deep voice teased, "Scholar, shall we keep actions denote the awareness of self. As the dust
this fine traveling spellbook for you? I'm sure there settles in the rubble-strewn hallway, an arm here,
are additional arcane treasures to be had in the an appendage there listlessly shifts as Resu's
basement. Sleep on, sweet prince!" [More lighted orb peeks through. Groans and gasping
laughter...] indicate survival as the party slowly extracts
"Nasalt..." Resu warned, "I shall turn you into a themselves from the ceiling's deadfall trap.
small rodent and the rest of them into housecats Battered and broken, yet clinging to life, some abet
if..." Unhindered by the wizard's threat, Nasalt's barely as each struggle to regain their surroundings.
smile grew ever the wider, eerily reminded Resu of After long moments tick by our battered heroes
the Beholder's toothy maw. Resu trailed off and press on to the room beyond. A treasure room
grumbled. "Daylight is wasting!" urged the fighter. beckons, inviting Belelor to cast a divination. No
The half-orc, Janus, was just finishing the long magical auras present themselves to the warlocks
process of donning his armor, strapping on his scrutiny. A small reward although is better I guess
remaining greave. Breaking their fast and carefully than none at all. The thrifty fellow decides to spend
rationing waterskins, each member of the party the rest of the spell duration giving the rest of the
completed their individual morning rituals in basement a quick once-over. The first room of the
preparation of the basement delve of the ominous cellar we previously visited betrays a moderate
ancient keep. dweomer. Using the arcane skills taught to me as a
Janus lead the way back in, through the foyer and young apprentice, I quickly determine the aura to
down the crumbling stone steps of the circular be a magical blind of illusion, cloaking the far
stairwell. Every darker with each step, daylight corner of the dust-ladened room. The entire party
receded from human eyes to pitch black. Dim is mesmerized by the hoard of treasure contained
shades of inkiness with gray highlights outlined therein. Our bulging pockets, pouches, and
structures for the others with Darkvision. backpacks can barely contain the vast amount of
Reaching the bowels of the keep, "Shirak" platinum, gold and silver coin. Several vials glow
intoned Resu and the orb grasped in his bony hand softly as well. Trinkets, baubles, semi-precious
gleamed arcanely with an eerie white light. gemstones tease pleasingly. Each shoves as much
Illuminated shadows receded as the twenty-foot as they can hold for safe keeping and for sale back
beacon held them at bay. The basement branched in Manywaters.
off in a tee, cautiously the heroes methodically As the ghost of the woman slain in centuries
cleared the seemingly vacant dusty, mold clad past does not reappear to our heroes, her vistage
room off always to the west. and plight weigh heavily upon more than a few of