These are the tales of the adventuring party known as the Northern Knights seen through the eyes of one of  the knights Randell of Deneir. Randell joined the band when they were in Silverton, a small city in Mistledale. He writes in his journal of they're adventures in Myth Drannor and the Realms.

It was a cold, windy night as I stepped out of the Historians Guild of the small city of Silverton. Silverton was a growing city in Mistledale that use to be a hunting village. Now as more and more merchants arrived each summer the town was now becoming a city. I had just been hired by the famous Historians Guild of Silverton to under take a dangerous mission in Myth Drannor. The Historians Guild has set it upon themselves to learn more and more of the ancient city of Myth Drannor. They hire adventurers to take missions in Myth Drannor looking more ancient magical tomes and artifacts that help them figure out more of the history of the City of Beauty. I had just agreed to take on of those missions for I also seek information on the ruined city. All I needed now was an adventuring party who was brave or stupid enough to accompany me to Myth Drannor. It was also cold so I looked for the closest inn. I soon found what I was looking for, a large inn with sounds of music and laughter coming from it. I swung open the doors and entered the packed inn and noticed a empty stool by the bar. The Signing Inn was like most inns in the Dales, warm and hospitable. That is if you had the money. I took my seat beside two Double Blades, who are the guard in Silverton. They were busy filling themselves with ale when I ordered my meal from a quite attractive half-elven maiden who I think was the owner of the inn. After devouring my plate and finishing a tall cold glass of water I turned to one of the guards who was now starring down into the depths of his mug of ale. I introduced myself and began talking to him about the weather. Soon I brought up the subject of adventurers and where I might locate a band of them. He told me he had let some into the city just tonight when they were closing the gates he pointed over to the group across the room. I glance over at the band and thanked the guard by giving him some copper to refill his now empty tankard. As I approached the the adventuring party's table I sized up the members. First I noticed the huge barbarian, he was huge and had a thick black mane of hair. He was no doubt a warrior and a large one at that. Then there was two dwarfs who both were polishing off what looked like to be there sixth ale each. One was a typical dwarven warrior with a large battle ax leaning on the wall behind his chair. The other was somewhat smaller and for a dwarf some what thin. I noticed him looking around the common room eyeing patrons pouches and guessing what was inside. The last member was a tough looking human man in warriors armor. He was a fairly handsome man and I noticed some of the female patrons looking his way. This appeared to be a perfect party to accompany me to Myth Drannor. Now all I had to do was get them to agree. After I introduced myself and told them of my job offer by the Historians Guild and the amount of money they agreed to pay me the party quickly said yes. I was surprised at that and wondered if they understood the magnitude of going to Myth Drannor, but I was happy non the less. Our party consisted of Corth the barbarian, Rivo the lockpick, Morur Bloodaxe the dwarven warrior, Dymoth the Caviler, and I Randell of Deneir. We agreed to meet in the morning at the gates and set out for the ancient city of Myth Drannor. I was given a good description of the place we were to go, a tower known as Windsong. It was believed when the army of darkness attacked Myth Drannor that this tower shot out into space leaving only it's crypt behind. We were to search that crypt and recover any books of knowledge we could find. I met the group in the morning and we set out towards the Elven Court and Myth Drannor.

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