The evil god, Cyric has heired out the intermeidate god, Gond to create 50 magical gauntlets for 50 diffrent vessels to takeover and conquer the Dalelands.
With the help from Scardale, The "black metal" army, used the macical gauntlets to sucessfully crush the oppisition as the priests, and leaders of Cyric's forces had led a sucessfull take-over of the Dalelands.
It has been 3 months since then and you and you and your group are relaxing and convercing near a brightly light hearth in the laugphing lass in the royal city of suzail, just out-side of the dales after the cyrician takeover.
Hearing rumors of riches and power your travels have drawn you here to this point in the city you wait for a contact to give some clues, but you've seen far enough in your world to know that nothing is for free, so you know that it will be for a price...
what do you do? (Wing it if they dont follow the storyline but do try to keep them on the path to end this in a good way)
"what do we see?/whats here to look at?"
you see a group of men(change betwine 1-4) huddled by a table argueing over what looks like quivical trivialities.
you see a few people at the bar talking in a euphoric jovial mood and to of them are unconcious droling on the bar you also notice an old man that appears to be a former adventurer from far away he's wearing a worn out dingydamaged rusted out old scale male. all he is doing is reading a book smoking, a pipe and drinking from his stineglass he is appearantly unconcerned to the rest of the tavern
you hear a chime and thunk ans the waterclock on the bar resets itself. |
