Monday, August 1. 2005Urfengar: Treasure Hunt
While I've spent most of our time here in Brindenford puttering around my room, working on Kitya's club, some of the others had a little adventure out in the druid's new forest. Apparently one of the villains from Ossington (a bard named Cuckoo) made an appearance. My companions made quick work of him. While I would have liked to participate in the fight, the fact that he won't be bothering us in the future makes up for it. It might even send a message to his boss.
Earl Blackthorne sent a messenger requesting our presence shortly after the incident with the Cuckoo. The king of this land has died, leaving no heirs, and the earl needs to be at the conference of nobles which will decide the successor. Blackthorne feels that the man best suited for the job is going to need a little oil to get the wheels of politics rolling in his favor, so he asked if we wouldn't be willing to run after a dragon hoard for him. I don't particularly enjoy human politics, but the thought of what kind of wealth might lie at the end of this quest was enough to perk my interest. The others seemed to believe that the land would benefit from being ruled by men like the earl, so we agreed to search for the treasure. The earl warned us that rival factions would try to impede us, and sure enough, on our way to meet the fellow with the treasure map, a bunch of roughs with black armbands decided to try their luck with us. After making quick work of that encounter, we tracked down the man holding the key to this little errand. He seems a nice enough sort, but our man in red somehow beat us to him. The earl's friend re-drew the map from his memory as best he could, and we're to set out in search of the treasure and Thelonious' murderer in the morning. One other thing of interest happened today. We met a junior Planeswalker in the common room of the Inn where we met the Earl's friend. Her master had been slain by the Man in Red, and she was stranded here. We told her to tag along, since any spells I have that might return her to Toril weren't a sure thing. Trackbacks
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