Morning's Veil

Torinn's pain

Torinn starts walking back to the guild hall and whistles to Dryas asking if he is coming along, Torinn is holding back his emotion so the rest of the group can't see it as the two bards going back and forth about something, Torinn didn't care. As Torinn is walking he starts coughing up blood and slowing down, he looks down and sees the wounds didn't heal much after the healing potion he took. Torinn falls to a knee in pain and then falls to the ground, he hears Dryas walking up and Torinn looks at Dryas trying to stand up and whispers "I'm ok go on…." as he says that he hits the ground again Dryas and Steve help Torinn get back to the guild hall with Torinn barely concious, all Torinn can think about is his home island near Rek and how weak he actually is knowing he isn't strong enough to go back there to save anyone yet.  Torinn fading in and out of conciousness can't hear anything and see's imagines, the edge of town, the guild hall door, the stairs down, then he sees the nurse from the guild hall. Torinn confused how he got there sits up slowly holding the crossbow wound and asks the nurse "How did I get here?" The Nurse turns around and says "ah you are awake, some of your friends carried you back here. The wound was much worse then it looked you will be alright but you need rest so lay back down." Torinn looks around and doesn't see anyone so he puts his hand up to his earring to activate the arcane spell and says "Thank you Dryas and Steve." Torinn closes his eyes and thinks what he should do next knowning that his time on this continent needs to come to end so he can train and finally achieve his goals.

Dryas' Run

Dryas stared quizzically at the two bards bickering back and forth about who had the superior musical skill.  He wasn't sure if it was his current canine mind, with its pack mentality, or if it came from growing up in a very communal environment, but he did not understand this desire Israphel, and Asperg had to outdo each other.  Dryas was about to leave to find something more productive to do, when the familiar scent of blood filled his nose. Dryas turned to see his dragonborn companion Torrin collapse from the injuries he had sustained from the battle earlier.  Steve also seemed to notice the dragonborn’s condition, but did not appear to have any interest.  Dryas barked and whined to get the attention of the two dueling bards, but they were so enamored with their need to outdo the other that they did not notice.  Growling in frustration at his own inability to speak, Dryas ran over to Torrin.  Dryas barked and whined in an attempt to get Torrin to respond, but it was to no avail, he was passed out cold.  Dryas ran to Steve and barked for him to help get Torrin on his back.  “Forget it Fluffy.” He said nonchalantly.  “As far as I’m concerned, Scales over there brought this on himself, going back to that cave without the rest of us.”  Dryas barked angrily unable to believe what he was hearing, true Torrin has been a bit stand offish, but so had Dryas, and as Steve well knew he had his reasons.  Whether or not Torrin had reasons to keep to himself, or that was just an aspect of his personality, Dryas felt it was hardly worth Torrin dying over.  Dryas angrily barked a few more times, but Steve was unmoved.  Dryas ran back over to Torrin, whining and desperately trying to get Torrin on his back.  The gnome shook his head “OK geez Fluffy don’t hurt yourself, if he means that much to ya I’ll help you out.”  Once the two of them managed to secure Torrin, Dryas moved as quickly as he could with someone on his back and, and allowing for Steve's smaller stride to keep up.

  As they entered town, the few people who were up at this hour gasped and shouted "wolf!" at Dryas' approach.  Dryas whined uncomfortably realizing how strange the whole scene appeared, and with that came another realization that unnerved him even more: The guild would very likely realize that he was a werewolf after tonight.  Steve managed to wave off some of the onlookers by shouting "Hey! What’s the matter?!  Haven't you ever seen a gnome and his dog before?!  Get outta here!"  Dryas was quite appreciative of Steve's intervention, but it also further drove home his own predicament.  His companions had been quite accepting of his curse, but he doubted the rest of the guild would be, and if exiled from the guild, he doubted that his companions would be allowed to associate with him.  He couldn't help but remember the warning of the elf witch who had aided him in gaining control of his lycanthropy "For those who resist, the curse of a werewolf is not in becoming a beast.  It is living as a creature who needs a pack, but must walk alone."  

They were eventually able to get him to the guild hall, where Steve performed the knock necessary to get in.  The guard at the door gasped at the sight of a wolf carrying a gravely injured Torrin.  "No time to explain buddy." Steve stated to the guard. "Torrin here needs some healing, or he isn't gonna make it."  The guard nodded and guided them back to the infirmary, but still occasionally looking back in confusion at Dryas and Torrin.  Walking through guild hall was no better, as the spectacle drew stares from all who were up at that hour.  When they arrived at the infirmary, two half orcs ran up, took Torrin from Dryas' back, and rushed him to a bed.  Steve and Dryas went to follow, but an attendant stood in their way.  "You can come in," the attendant said looking at Steve.  "But the beast must wait outside."  Steve looked to Dryas, and then back at the attendant. "Listen pal, if Fluffy doesn’t go in, I don’t go in."  The attendant shrugged “suit yourself.” And walked back in to the infirmary.  Steve went over to scratch Dryas’ ear.  “Don’t worry Fluffy, I’m not gonna leave you here alone.” Dryas gave Steve an appreciative nod, and while he felt gratitude toward his gnomish friend, his mind was preoccupied.  People within the guild continued to point and whisper at Dryas, wondering how Steve managed to tame a wolf and get him to carry Torrin.  Dryas whined uncomfortably, he began to contemplate leaving now, in an attempt to preserve his secret, when one of the whispers caught his ear.  “Hey, is that wolf wearing one of the earrings the dragonborn gave to the other newcomers?”  “Yeah, I remember the dwarf screaming, vomiting and passing out when he got his.” Another chimed in.  One pointed to Dryas’ neck “Isn’t that the holy symbol of that paladin fella.”  And that was it, Dryas knew.  It would only be a matter of time before they came to the same conclusion his companions did.  There was no point in running now, so Dryas sat outside the door, and waited for news on Torrin’s condition.  As he waited he couldn’t help but think back to earlier in the day when he and the other guild members were all enjoying a drink together, how much he had missed bonding with others over ale, how much he missed being part of a community, how much it hurt when the village he grew up in cast him out for his curse. He had to remember as nice as the drink with his guild mates was, that wasn’t a life he could have anymore.  He must walk alone.

Dryas wasn’t sure how long he was waiting, minutes, hours?  The people of the guild still on occasion looked his way and whispered, but he no longer saw the point in listening.  He just wanted to make sure Torrin was ok, then he would leave, hopefully the good he had done in the short time he was there would at least convince the other members not to stone him to death.  Steve at some point went off to get a bowl of water for Dryas.  He saw other guild members approach Steve undoubtedly to ask about him.  Dryas wasn’t sure if Steve would tell the others it was him, but it hardly mattered to Dryas anymore, the discovery of his identity was inevitable.  Only a few minutes had passed after Steve returned with the water, when the attendant came out from the infirmary and came over to Steve.  “It took a while to pull out all of the bolts, and I damn near had to use every poultice I had, but he will live.”   Dryas breathed a sigh of relief, glad that his companion would be ok.  Steve gave Dryas another scratch behind his ear, to which Dryas involuntarily began kicking his leg.   Dryas was unable to enjoy the scratch for long, when a familiar tightening of his muscles began.  Oh no! it can’t be morning already! He thought to himself as fur began to recede from his body.  Shortly thereafter his muscle and bone twisted and reshaped, with in a matter of moments he was human again.  He breathed heavily, as he tried to regain his bearings, the change from wolf to human was not nearly as difficult as going the other way, but it was still exhausting none the less.  The voices of his guild mates brought him back to the here and now.  “By the gods!  It is him!” one said.  “He’s a werewolf!” another chimed in.  He thought he heard Steve attempting to explain to the crowd, and although Dryas was appreciative of his friend, he saw no reason in the endeavor.  After all the people he had known and was raised with wanted nothing to do with him after becoming cursed, what hope did he have with a bunch of people he had meet only a few days ago.

Dryas managed to pull himself to his feet, as he did the crowd took a step back, most of them appeared to be in shock.  Without saying so much as a word to them, he headed to his sleeping quarters, stumbling a few times from the exertion of the transformation to get some clothes put on, head back to the clearing he changed in to pick up his equipment, and then head off for a new town or city that may need his help.  He managed to make it back to his room, after his walk of shame, and proceeded to get dressed.  He had just managed to get a pair of pants on when there was a knock at his door.  Without waiting to be let in a large half orc opened the door “The guild master wants to see you.” He said bluntly.  Dryas sighed “He doesn’t need to worry” he said in a resigned tone.  “I’ll leave today, and won’t be a problem to the guild anymore.”  The half orc’s brow furrowed “Listen new blood, when your guild master gives you an order, you’re expected to follow it! “  Dryas looked at him confused, ‘I’m still a part of the guild?’ he thought to himself.  The half orc’s tone softened a bit, “When you get some clothes on go see him.” And without another word left Dryas with his thoughts.  Dryas proceeded to put on a blue tunic and a pair of wool socks.  Realizing his only pair of boots were back at the clearing, he sighed and left his room to go see the guild mater Roarke.  Being thankful that at least this time he wasn’t naked, padded across the guild hall to get to Roarke’s office.  As he walked across the great hall, he expected to hear gasps, or shouts directed toward him, but to his surprise he got only a few stares, and he one say to another “He’s the one! The one that was a wolf!” but the tone indicated more amazement than fear or revulsion.

  He approached the door to Roarke’s office, he stepped up to knock, but hesitated for a moment, fearing his imminent exile.  It took a moment, but Dryas found the resolve to finish the knock, to which he heard a gruff voice say “Come in.”  On entering Dryas was greeted by the half orc guild master in an unusually amicable way.  “Ah Dryas welcome!  Come in, Come in.”  Dryas approached still uncertain and confused, now doubting he knew what this meeting was about.  “So Dryas.” Roarke said walking the rest of the way toward him.  “It seems that you have been holding out on us.”  A look of shame crossed Dryas’ face “Yes sir” he said quietly “I should have informed you of the danger I presented.” Dryas bowed low “I’m sorry, and offer my resignation from the guild.”  Roarke looked at the werewolf paladin for a moment or two before saying “Your resignation is not accepted.”  Dryas looked up from his bow with a quizzical expression “Sir?” he questioned.  “Tell me something Wolfy.” Roarke stated as Dryas thought ‘great another nickname’ “Have you actually looked at or spoke to the people in this guild?”  Dryas nodded, “Yes just yesterday I shared a drink with a few of them.”  “Well you obviously didn’t speak to them long enough.” Roarke scolded.  “The thing you’ve missed, about damn near everyone in this guild is that we are all outcasts.  We accept all kinds here half orcs” he made a gesture motioning to himself. “dragonborn wizards, brain damaged dwarves, con artist gnomes, crazy vengeful elf wenches, hell I’ve rarely meet a freak I didn’t like.” He then looked Dryas squarely in the eye.  “And now it appears we have a wolf in our midst.” Dryas felt deeply uncomfortable, he wasn’t sure if he was about to be exiled, executed or given a hug.  It was a few moments before Roarke spoke again “Look me in the eye and tell me you can control this.”  Dryas looked him in the eye as requested and stated “If on the first night of the full moon I perform a ritual to the Goddess Sehanine, then I am able to control my curse.” Roarke continued his stare for what felt to Dryas like an eternity, when a wide grin spread across the half orc’s face.  Roarke patted Dryas on the shoulder, and said to him.  “Then my boy, you are one of us.”  Dryas breathed heavily unable to believe what he was hearing.  “But you must be exhausted from last night, go get some rest, there is one more night for the full moon if I’m not mistaken.”  Dryas snapped out of his disbelief and said to Roarke.  “Thank you, but I need to go back to the clearing I left my equipment in.”  “Tell me where you left it and I’ll send some men to pick it up for you.”  Dryas gave directions to his guild master and thanked him for all that he had done.  He exitied the guild master’s office and looked at his fellow guild members chatting and going about their business.  It had been four years since he felt like he was part of a community, and the feeling threatened to overwhelm him.  Dryas caught sight of Steve waving him over to a table “Come on Big Guy.”  Steve shouted using Dryas’ human nickname.  “After a night like last night, I think you and I could use some mead.” A small smile formed on Dryas’ face as he walked over to join Steve.  And as he walked over he couldn’t help but think of the elf witch’s warning.  But perhaps she was wrong Dryas dared to hope.  Perhaps one doesn’t need to walk alone, if he finds the right pack.

Torinn's gift

When Torinn got back to the city he breaks off from the rest of the group saying "I have something I need to do I'll meet you back at the talor shop" and starts walking off quickly pulling his cloak up so his face is hidden and starts looking for the market. Torinn starts trying to ask people where the market is but most people don't stop and answer him, Torinn keeps walking and wandering around until he sees an older couple and stops and asks them where the market is. They stop and tell him that the market is just over there and turn left in the split in the road. Torinn smiles and says "thank you for your help, that was very kind of you." and starts walking down that direction and sees the market.  When Torinn gets there he walks up to the first booth he sees and asks " I'm looking for some non magical earrings and copper wife, where can I find them?"  The person behind the booth says " well the cooper wire you can get here, but the booth down there at the end sells earrings he might be able to help" Torinn nods and asks "how much for the cooper wire?" The man says "how much cooper wire?" Torinn shows how much cooper wire he needs, the man says well that will be 8 cooper for that much cooper. Torinn hands him the  8 cooper pieces and says "thanks" and he takes the cooper wire and walks down to the end the person behind the booth smiles and puts the coins in his pocket.  Torinn goes down to the booth and sees a bunch of rings, necklaces and earrings and asks "Do you have any non magical earrings?" The older gentleman behind the booth smiles and says "yes right here", he points to the earrings on the side that all look the same. Torinn looks at them and asks "How much for 6 earrings?" The older gentleman says " that will cost you 2 silver pieces. Torinn pulls out the coins and hands him 3 silver pieces and smiles and takes 6 earrings, Torinn walks out to the forest to the clearing he was in before and starts to prep an enchantment ritual. Torinn lights the ground in a circle around him with fire sits in the middle holding all the earrings in one hand and the cooper wire in the other. Torinn closes his eyes and focuses hard on the earrings and the spell he plans to enchant in them. After an hour Torinn opens his eyes and sees all the ruins on the earrings and all the cooper wire gone. He smiles and walks back to the talor shop and sees the group, Torinn walks up to the group and says "here I have a present for all of you, open up your hands" when the group opens up there hands I hand them the earrings and say "I enchanted these earrings so we can talk to each other at a distance they have a range of 500 ft."

Dryas' emotions and reactions of the 5/13/17 campaign

Dryas was utterly horrified of the prospect of having to go to his companions in wolf form, considering the majority of reactions toward his curse have been overwhelmingly negative, but the need of suffering innocents outweighed the need to keep his secret.  He was surprised when the others did not react with hostility toward his presence, and even further surprised when they were not hostile on discovering it was him.  When Steve began to ride Dryas, he was feeling a mixture of gratitude that there were not hostile feelings toward him, but also humiliation, that he was now basically reduced to a mount.  When one of the lizard people threatened Steve, Dryas felt an overwhelming desire to protect him and his other companions, thus reacted by ripping the lizard person's throat out (also some disappointment that the lizard person did not squeak like a proper chew toy should).  In the caves whenever there was a battle Dryas felt the need to protect his companions from attacks.  When the group stopped hearing the cries and screams of the slaves, Dryas felt panicked that their captor's decided to kill them rather than  have them freed.  Dryas was relieved when he saw they were all ok, but frustrated that he could not do more to help in their escape due to the limitations of his current form.  While Steve was picking the locks to the cages, Dryas in a sense herded the prisoners to make sure they didn't trample one another on fleeing the dungeon.

Session 3
Gathering Information

Upon waking Treely found a note pinned to her bow that read thus:

"Gather your party and proceed to my office for instructions.


Once dressed she walked across the hall to the room she had given her 4 recruits. Perceiving no answer when she knocked, she went in and found that Torinn, Israphel, and Steve were missing, and the Dryas was groaning in his bed. Dryas said he had eaten something bad and was not well, and Treely contented herself with letting him rest. All beds but one had not been slept in, and that one had a note that read:

"Thank you for the bed


Cursing her ill luck she went into the dining hall to ask her comrads if they had seen her recruits. The dragon born had left but 30 minutes before Chachi, er Darien told her, and Pip and Pep, the two gnomes who had smoked Dwarf Moss with Israphel and Steve the night before told her they were still asleep in their room.

After hearing a knock on the door Israphel woke up with a start, felling very light headed and disoriented. Finding Steve still asleep he shook his friend. "Hey boss, boss wake up." But Steve only kept on sleeping fitfully. "Boss, you can't handle your dwarf moss. Awe forget about it" hearing a second knock, Israphel got up to open the door and quickly jumped back as he saw Treely getting ready to kick the now open door open.

"Good, your awake." Treely said, smoothing her countenance, "get Steve up, we have been asked for"

"Forget about it, the boss isn't waking up. I think he had too much dwarf moss"

"You smoked dwarf moss, you fools. If you aren't a dwarf it could be toxic"

"I like the stuff, and i seem to be fine. Just a little hung over"

"Well, pick him up and we will take him to the infirmary. This isn't the first time Pip and Pep have done this."

Dragging  his boss by one arm, Israphel followed Treely out of the room, down the hall, and through the mess hall to the jeers and laughter of the guild members who were eating. They walked through the door under the staircases to the third story bellow where the infirmary was. They walked down a hallway, took at left and went in the only door on the left. An old and wizened woman named Grunhilda indicated Israphel to put the gnome on a hospital bed while Treely explained.

"He smoked dwarf moss with Pip and Pep."

Grunhilda tisked and chuckled, "Leave him here, I'll take care of him."

With Steve in good hands, Treely and Israphel left the guild hall in search of Torinn (though Israphel was truely in search of mead). Asking several townsfolk if they had seen a large and hooded humanoid with red skin, a peddler was able to recall him going into The Sleeping Goat, the tavern they had been in the night before. Treely found it curious what reason he had for returning to the establishment, and if it held any significance.

Entering the Tavern, Treely told Israphel to find them a table.

"What will you have Israphel? It's on me, as the proprieter owes me for services rendered."

"You're a good friend to have Treely, thanks. I'll just have an Ale then." Israphel told her as he went away to find a table in the far back of the tavern.

Treely walked up to the bar and asked for two ale's, but the bartender, seeing her coming, gave her instead a piece of paper. The paper was a wanted poster with her face on it that he had seen fall from the pouch of a man in full plate armor who had been asking questions about Treely. Treely looked at it, and then him.

"I figured if I left the continent they would forget about me, but I guess they want to bring me back."

"Look at the poster" he said, "they don't want to bring you back, they mean to get rid of you. It says wanted dead or alive."

"I guess they must want me pretty bad."

"You destroyed an entire town," he exclaimed.

"Eh," Treely waved a hand in dismissal, "it was a small town, and I didn't even kill the bastard I was after."

The Barkeep chuckled at her blaze attitude and turned to grab two steins for ale.

"The fella who dropped this was in here asking questions about you. If i knew you, and how long you've been around. We all told him we didn't know you of course"

"What did he look like?"

"Well, there were 4 of them, and i couldn't see their faces because they were in full plate armor. "

"Hmmm, strange." Treely mused "Well, thanks for the information, I'll keep an eye out. And what of my dwarf friend? Is he still in residence?"

"That lousy drunk….. who also spent a pretty penny here, he's still in his room, even though he was suppose to be gone hours ago. Get him out of here or pay for another nights stay" he told her angrily.

"Don't worry, I'll be taking him with me…. Oh, and, that poster took it completely out of my head. Have you seen the dragonborn i left with last night? I was told he had come this way."

"Yeah, he was here. Had one drink and left, about half an hour ago."

Treely walked to the table where Istaphel waited, tankard in hand, and set one down in front of him. He eagerly began to drink to cure his hang over. Treely stared off into space, thinking about the men looking for her and remembering her last week's in Lelrennas before her flight to Stoweport. Seeing that she was distracted, Israphel snatched up her drink and quickly downed it. He smoothly replaced the glass and began to drink his own ale before Treely even noticed hers was gone.

Meanwhile, Aspburg was just waking up. He looked bleerily around the spinning room, but couldn't remember where he was or how he got there. After a few minute reflection, he vegly remembered drinking at a tavern and playing his bongos to a crowd of gay people cheering him on. Aspberg smiled at the recolection of how talented he is before he remembered that he has nothing to be happy about and the scowl returned to his face. He needed another drink. He gathered up his things and left the room to pursue booze. Being that he had stayed in a tavern, booze was close at hand. He stumbled down the hall, still a little drunk, and gave his butt a good scratch as he walked.

"More ale," he told the barkeep.

"It's about time you got up. You were spouse to leave three hours ago." The bartender said angrily.

"I'm paying you ain't I," the dwarf retorted, "so what's the problem?"

Seemingly out of no where, a wood elf only a few inches taller than Aspburg appeared next to him.

"Don't worry about it Ned," she said to the bar keep, "his ale is on me. "

"Not that I'm complaining, but who are you lady?" Aspburg asked, suspicious of her generosity as she slid 2 copper across the bar.

"We met last night. I offered you a job"

"What job?" Aspburg asked, growing more suspicious.

"Nothing particularly taxing or dangerous, as i said last night. We only require your eyes and ears, and we will reward you well for information." She said cryptically.

"Now i remember, you're the one who speaks in vegueries. Why don't you speak more plainly." The dwarf asked, getting frustrated.

"There are eyes and ears everywhere, and not all friendly. This is neither the time nor place for plain speech." Treely said with daring eyes and a smile that didn't suite the conversation.

Aspburg looked down at his pint and drained it. "Welp, why the hell not, let's go."

"I have one last thing to do before we can meet for instructions. Why do you take Aspburg back to the dinning hall and I'll meet you all there."she said to Israphel.

The three stepped outside and parted ways. Israphel and Aspburg walked slowly forward until Treely was out of sight. Israphel stopped with a puzzled look on his face.

"How do I get there? "

"Get where? Where are we going? " Aspburg asked.

"You know, i can't remember. Awe forget about it."

"Well, "Aspburg said turning around, "There is a tavern here, i think we were going to get drinks."

"Yes! "Israphel exclaimed, "that was it."

And the two companions walked arm in arm back to the tavern.


Treely began her search for Torrin in earnest. She asked random towns folk, some she knew some she didn't, if the had seen a red humanoid in a large cloak.She assumed he would be conspicuous and easily remembered.

"That strange dragonborn thing,"exclaimed a tinker, "Yeah, i saw it go by. It was heading toward the docks."

"Thank you good man" Treely said, faining gratitude toward the bigot, "you have been most helpful" and she gave him a copper.

Treely knew there weren't any ships leaving until later that day, and so Torrin couldn't have left town yet by that rout. She wanted to keep the dragonborn with her, but she didn't yet understand why. Only a feeling she had. Either because he would be an ally, or an enemy she still waned him close.

Treely approached the shipyard and approached the Harbourmaster's office.

"Good morning Banner." She spoke to him merrily

"Good morning Treely, what brings you in today? I wasn't aware that any shipments were coming in for your lot." He said, checking his ledger.

"I'm looking for someone, actually. A large man, in a black cloak, possibly with the hood pulled down. His skin is red and scaled."

"Oh yes, the dragonborn. He came in to charter a ship to take him on as a passenger." He rummaged around his papers mumbling, "to um, to um."

"Well, is he still around?" She interrupted him.

"Oh yes," he brightened, "He's just at the end of the pier."

"Thank you Banner, have a good day."

Treely walked down the pier, and spotted Torrin sitting on a wooden crate down at the end of a pier. Treely sat down on a crate beside him and looked out to the ocean.

"I have a job offer for you." Treely told him.

Torrin sat in silence, looking out over the ships docked at port to the ocean beyond.

"Look, we are trying to make a difference here" Treely told him, dropping her facade for a moment. "We are trying to help people, save people from slavery. We want your help, can you do that for us?"

"I will join you for this one mission, but I will leave if I want after we are done," Torrin said, with his usual somber attitude and downcast eyes. Torrin stood up suddenly, ready to go, but stood silently to wait for Treely to lead the way.

Meanwhile, Israphel and Aspburg drank merrily at The Sleeping Goat Tavern. Israphel tried to remember what he was suppose to be doing, but could only think about drinking. Then, after 20 minutes of merriment, he remembered, he was suppose to pick up mead for Mum the Half orc cook. 

"I remembered what I need to do," he told Aspburg, "Mum, the guild cook, asked me to find some mead. The guild is running low."

"I'm still drinking my ale," Aspburg said grumpily.

"She gave me the last bottle of mead, even though she wouldn't have no more, and a gold coin."

"Well, that's legit. Let's go find some then." Aspburg replied, now enthused by the prospect.

"Barkeep, Ned was it?" Israphel asked.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" Ned replied while drying a washed glass.

"We're in the market for mead. See, Mum asked me and my boss to find some mead for the guild. But my boss see, he can't help so forget about it. Do you know any where we could find some?"

"Oh, of course. The market usually has a fair amount of mead for a cheap price." Ned told him.

"Awe no, Mum is a great lady, she doesn't deserve no cheap mead."

"Alright, I know exactly what you are looking for. There are two brothers who own a warehouse down by the docks. They often sell to bars in the slums for a good price. These guys have good hearts, have a soft spot for the less fortunate. But I can assure you they have quality alcohol."

"Quality spirits, I'm in" said Aspburg with a look of glee in his eye. And the two set off.

so they walked down to the docks and found only one of the brothers and after some negotiations bought 90 bottles of mead but on the way to the purple hands hide out drank a bottle, meanwhile Treely was following a suspicious looking man who left the bar before she did who was spying on her, she followed him to a shady looking Inn when she walked in looking around only saw an Elf who was standing behind a counter and there were two hallways behind him to his left and right, asking him about the man who came in she got very little info other then he came to visit someone staying there, Treely left with many questions about who was that man, why was he spying on her, and who did he go see? After taking the mead back to Mum they drank for a bit and waited for Treely to return. Treely still at the docks looked for Torinn who after asking the ship master found him waiting at the end of the docks, she asked him why he wanted to leave but no answer, then she asked him to help her out and he agreed begrudgingly they returned back to the hide out to find Israphel and Asburg drinking when Treely and Torinn came in Treely took them to go meet Roarke but Upon arriving to the room they were not greeted by Roarke but a half orc who Treely recognized as Kelebar who was Roarke's second in command he told them people started disappearing and he wanted them to investigate splitting up Israphel and Asburg went off to another tavern closer towards the richer side of town while Torinn and Treely went back to the hotel. Treely was curious on what happened to the man spying on her so when they got there she asked 3 men who were sitting in the alley way what they saw the older of the three said he saw man walking down the alley way and before treely left she gave each of them a cooper piece and the man said wait I forgot to mention the man was stabbed. Treely followed the alley way to the end and looked around and saw nothing so she set out to find the information she needed and heard a loud commotion from two voices she recognized and found Israphel and Asburg drinking. she walks in and found out that the person they bought the mead from might have some answers to the missing people. They go back to the man and tried to talk to him but Asburg being very drunk tried to threaten him but he slammed the door in his face Asburg was told to go back to the bar and he did so. Treely talked to him and found out that his brother was taken, he didn't know by who but that there were people asking for people who wanted to jobs near the Inn where Treely followed the man. So they set out to check up on there team that were ill and to see if they can find out more about the missing people

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1. Invite your players

Invite them with either their email address or their Obsidian Portal username.

2. Edit your home page

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3. Choose a theme

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4. Create some NPCs

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5. Write your first Adventure Log post

The adventure log is where you list the sessions and adventures your party has been on, but for now, we suggest doing a very light “story so far” post. Just give a brief overview of what the party has done up to this point. After each future session, create a new post detailing that night’s adventures.

One final tip: Don’t stress about making your Obsidian Portal campaign look perfect. Instead, just make it work for you and your group. If everyone is having fun, then you’re using Obsidian Portal exactly as it was designed, even if your adventure log isn’t always up to date or your characters don’t all have portrait pictures.

That’s it! The rest is up to your and your players.


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