Today is the first anniversary of the founding of our fellowship, and auspiciously, this coincides with our landing at the Miklos Glacier this morning. We have agreed to split the on-board treasure hoard with Blagothkus, taking for our share a valuable bag of sapphires, a Potion of Gaseous Form, a magical longbow for Brick, an ensorcelled longsword and suit of enchanted leather armour for Tegan, and the Bracers of Defense that I had retrieved earlier, which now grace Jorad’s boyish forearms. Disembarking from Skyreach Castle, we were met at the doorway by a messenger raven named Poe, sent by Leosin Erlanthar, inviting our party to travel immediately to Waterdeep, via a Scroll of Teleportation.
We accepted Leosin’s invitation. Jorad read the scroll and, in a flash, we were instantly whisked southward, to the heart of the City of Splendors. The sudden difference in warmth was evident, of course, but at that same moment, an ominous weight of dire foreboding seemed literally palpable in the air. For a few breathless heartbeats, the hush of evil portent smothered all sound in this famously bustling metropolis. Then, the mysterious mood of menace subsided, and normal sounds of city life returned.
Before we could gain our bearings, an aristocratic looking woman approached our party, introduced herself as Dala Silmerhelve, and said she had been expecting us. As she escorted us to meet Leosin and other allies at the Lords’ Palace, she explained that the ominous portent we experienced was caused by the sounding of something called “The Draakhorn”, and that this was a very bad sign, to say the least.
We were received at the Palace by Leosin. He brought our group past guards wearing livery from cities across the Sword Coast, into grand council chambers to join representatives from the many factions opposing the Dragon Cult: Harpers, Emerald Enclave, Lords Alliance, Order of the Gauntlet, and others. We reported our intelligence to the august members of the council, and were commended by them all for our heroics. Our old employer Dagult Neverember was especially pleased to hear that we had captured three valuable black dragon eggs.
It was agreed that our fellowship would travel to the Sea of Moving Ice, to attempt to retrieve the ominous Draakhorn, so that we might further stymie our enemies. May Lady Doom’s blessings continue to guide our every step, klaatu barada nikto amen.