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Chapter One: The Welcome Party

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The Hordelands, known to many as the Endless Wastes, was largely a steppe landscape. The infertile lands, incredibly variable temperature, and minimal rivers led to the land being rather hostile to the idea of large cities. These wastes were once home to two massive empires, Narfell and Raumathar. Both were filled with powerful wizards, though the Narfell empire had a known proclivity to summon demons and fiends to assist. These two empires waged wars against one another for literal centuries, with the last war completely decimating northeast Faerun. The wastes as they were known were the unfortunate byproduct of this war, and the people that lived here now had no connection to either of the decadent imperialistic kingdoms.

Some would say that was a blessing.

Winterkeep was the once royal palace of the dynasty that ruled Raumathar. Sorcerers by trade, the Talanthil dynasty were the second ruling family to take control of the vast empire, and their fervent use of the Weave eventually led to the downfall of an entire kingdom. The last sorcerer king of the Empire was last seen losing control of a massive summoned avatar during a battle, no doubt crushed by his own weapon. The palace itself was eventually destroyed in a great conflagration, and the burnt ruins the palace left behind have always been looked at warily.

The Talanthil family were not keen on the frigid winters that would visit their empire, and as such, the Palace had extensive underground tunnels that ran throughout. These tunnels wrapped every which way, and their massive size has never been truly mapped. In fact, the tunnels are so massive that whole parties have been lost for literal weeks. To make matters worse, the tunnels are known to be the home for dark creatures, ranging from lost goblin warbands to trapped fiends and devils.

You have been selected as a member of the latest expedition to the ruins of Winterkeep, and the morale on the trip there has been somewhat mixed. Funded by some high lord from the east, the expedition is over five hundred strong, with men, women and other beasts traveling in a massive convoy. Terrible weather, marauding warbands of gnolls, and the occasional wandering fiend has made the trip weary for many, and as you come upon the massive ruins of Winterkeep itself, you can't help but feel a bit relieved.

As you travel alongside the main road, the massive rotting structure of the palace is easily visible, the stone still blackened from the hellfire that fell upon them centuries ago. Gigantic spires reach forth from the ground and tower towards the open sky, their frame resembling long fingers drawn towards heaven itself. The expedition leaders, most of whom are sprinkled throughout the convoy, caution against staring too long at the destroyed palace walls. Many local superstitions abound of the cursed palace and its sentry-like walls.

Settling down in a much more open part of the ruins, you and several others present yourselves to the company commander. A trained veteran of past expeditions, the tough and gruff dwarf has been with you since you signed on, and his thick accent has been fun to listen to while on the way. Now however, his attitude had shifted to seriousness, and he was picking full squads to begin their expeditions tomorrow. Groups of four to six are being herded together, and it appears most are being assigned a certain section of the huge tunnels below. Before too long, you and three others are all that is left of the small company you were part of.

"Right then. Looks like you four are all that is left." Grimdal the Dwarf was now looking you up and down, along with three other companions near you. The four of you had spoken little during your travels, but now it appeared you were a party of sorts. "Usually, we try to group new people up in groups of six, but our company is a bit low on manpower for the moment." Grimdal motioned towards a nearby table that had been set up not a few moments ago by some lowly soldiers, and unfurled a rather large parchment map onto it.

"The four of you are going to tackle this small tunnel warren here." Grimdal pointed to a small impression on the map, not too far from your current position. "You are on the lookout for magic items, books, tomes and scrolls." Grimdal looked at the four of you, no doubt noticing the grim faces beaming back at him. "Relax, you can keep whatever magic items you find. The expedition leaders have been given a small list of artifacts to look for, and the possibility of you finding any of them is low."

Grimdal waited for the four of you to finish up your study on the map before he continued. "Furthermore, any coin you find is yours to keep. Keep an eye out for goblins, wolves and gnolls. A lot of them use the tunnels and warrens as temporary homes during the winter." The weather had been uncharacteristically good today, though that could change in a heartbeat here in the savage Hordelands.

"Make sure to bring back any magical items you find so we can verify it. You can also rest here, and get good grub in between your expeditions." Grimdal motioned towards a rather large tent being erected nearby, several lowly scrubs working hard to get it up quickly. "That will be your home for the next few months. It's large enough for the four of you." Wrapping the parchment back up, Grimdal took a deep breath and then looked out towards the rest of the camp.

"Any questions?"

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Immith listened quietly and patiently, wondering who this dwarf was who spoke to her so freely. She found it amusing- Grimdal indeed vastly exceeded her with his experience gained during past expeditions, and the witches of Rashemen were quite accustomed to paying their respects to the warriors of their homeland... But she was accustomed to them treating her with deference in return. This dwarf seemed more... Familiar in his manner than that. A trait common among his kind, perhaps?

Nonetheless, Immith waited patiently for the dwarf to finish speaking, before chiming in with her own thoughts. 'Goblins and gnolls, you say,' she spoke, her soft, lilting voice inviting silence from all but the cold, howling winds. It was a trick she had picked up during her tutelage with the witches; a sing-song voice to rouse the curiosity of others, and soft tones so that they fell quiet themselves, trying to listen to what she had to say.

'The gnolls are a lost cause, obviously,' the witch said with a smile. 'But I believe that, on our way here, we have all learned how sociable goblins can be,' she continued, indicating Bucket with an appreciative nod. 'Are the goblins of this place, in your experience, open to negotiations? This is a harsh land, after all- and if hostilities may be avoided, it would add to the chance of success for our expedition, I think.'


 
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Torrin had bided his time and kept to himself for the majority of the journey except for those times when he was assigned to a work detail or standing guard. It had been a long journey but he was used to difficult things, his own past has been one filled with hard labor, and long days and nights, walking the great distance was in fact quite relaxing. When they were assembled he looked to those who had been summoned as well, it was readily apparent they were to work together. He found himself paired with two humans females, and of all things a goblin.

The goblin was unlike any other he had ever come across before, most were wicked foul-smelling beasts this one was clean almost spotless in fact, and did not have the usual tell-tale odor of their kind. He also could sense no wicked intent in the goblin which stood out as well. The human females were about as opposite as they could be it seemed. One was nearly as tall as he was and obviously a warrior of some type her broad shoulders and strong physique easily recognized through her tattered garments. The other was more frail wearing simple yet fine garb in comparison and she carried herself as though she was better than the rest of them. Her manner of speech seemed to silence others and demand attention.

Torrin simply remained silent, having nothing to say as of yet, and unable to speak verbally as well. Once Immith had said her peace, he spoke the only way he could using his mind. Reaching out to those around him, it would sound as clear as if he had spoken aloud but it was different all the same, instead of hearing with their ears the words spoken simply echoed in their mind.

"Goblins are genuinely a cowardly lot, preferring to attack in numbers to overcome their adversaries. Present company excluded of course. Gnolls are about as wicked as they come, and I doubt they would be willing to negotiate any further than agreeing which of us to eat first. I doubt anything we encounter within will be friendly in nature, and will most likely take offense to our intrusion. So long as they are bent on evil, I will have no qualms in wiping them from the tunnels, and making the world that much safer in the doing. We would do well to always be on guard and prepared to fight."


 

 

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Brita the Basher chafed at the long walk, She had walked all the way from Thay but at least there were taverns or brothels dotted along the way while this trek out into the wilderness promised little in that manner. She had enjoyed the fights they had come along, seeing each new attacker as an opponent to defeat, a way to bolster her renown, raising a shout of victory at the defeat of each challenger with arms raised high. She was actually beginning to miss the streets of the slave city. Alas, she needed the money, Talbot hadn't given her nearly enough to make it all the way to Kara-Tur in a fashion she had hoped for. The only way she was able to make it through the boring moments in between the challenges was to talk to the nearest person walking with her, telling stories of her forty-three victories against challengers from all over Faerun. It was likely that each person had overheard each fight, blow-by-blow, at least twice by now.

She barely waited for the mental messages of the strange dragon-man to cease before she flexed her muscular arms in the shape of a big circle around her midsection and shouted, "Goblins, wolves and Gnolls, Oh My! About time we got to the excitement!" she was obviously ready to get to work, then tensed up her shoulders as she 'relaxed' still trying to look big as she turned to the others in her group, "You guys worry about the books and crap, I'll take care of the rest." she nodded confidently.

A small squeak was heard from her belt pouch, as it had several times on this journey before. The little mouse that resided just inside the leather pouch seemed less than confident.

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Unsure what to do or what he was expected to say, Bucket waited sheepishly in the back until the burly dwarf ran through the briefing, his eyes darting up in surprise when goblins were mentioned. Anyone watching him carefully would notice the disappointment on the little goblin's face - he was trying to make a difference, to give his kind a better name, and instead he might have to face his own people through the sights of his shortbow. It wasn't a pleasant thought, but then again humans, elves and dwarves waged wars against each-other all the time....

He fidgeted with the handle of his bucket as each of his new companions gave their replies, and almost dropped it when the dragonborn's voice boomed in his head. It was... unsettling. Something to get uses to, he supposed.

Bucket waited patiently until all eyes were on him, as if they expected to give a speech. He made a brave effort of looking up into everyone's eyes and said:

Bucket knows goblins have bad reputation. Bucket was bad reputation himself. But Bucket now different goblin, now good goblin. He will help you, fight for you, die for you. If goblins ahead, Bucket will try speak first, then shoot second. But will shoot if they no listen, you no doubt that!

Seems everyone around was taller and bulkier than the average human, putting him even more at unease...

Bucket good at sneaking and moving things from away, you ask him anything, and he does!

At that, the goblin coughed, as if realizing he was trying too hard to dispel their weariness of having one of his kind in their midst.

Yes, Bucket has question! Where can buy supplies? Bucket has some gold to spend, Bucket needs simple stuffs: flour, chalk, pitons, shovel, pick? Arrows? His eyes darted around the room. You know, what we need in tunnels? Unless you big folks already have?

Anyone close enough would barely hear him mutter to himself
Why goblin has to ask important questions with so many big folk around...



 
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Grimdal shifted on his heels uncomfortably as he looked down at Bucket, the only Goblin in the convoy. The appearance of such a creature made several of the mercenaries uneasy, but they eventually came to deal with the little rogue. The dwarven veteran had clearly overlooked Bucket's inclusion in the party, and was now shifting uncomfortably because of it. "Oh, I don't think anyone here doubts your loyalty to this company, my little friend."

The dwarf didn't linger on the awkward conversation, and continued forward. "But these goblins are different. They are desperate from the previous season, and probably hungry. You can try negotiating with them, but you won't get far."

Motioning towards another large tent down the way, the dwarf quickly answered the goblin's question. "The quartermaster there is loaded up with supplies for you. He has everything you should need for success in the warrens." Grimdal took a long stemmed pipe out of his pack and lit it with a flick of some sparkstone. "Once you clear out those warrens and return, we can move you further into the ruins. The deeper we go, the more things we will find."

With a puff of smoke, Grimdal nodded to the group and waved off eventually, retiring to his own tent. The small group of four were now alone in the middle of the bustling camp, with people moving back and forth getting their tents and supplies together still. They would have the rest of the evening to prepare, buy supplies, eat their camp-provided meals, and rest before the next day.

A small nearby campfire had been started, and a few select mercenaries were now feasting on some stewed rabbit. Drinks of mead were being poured, and it appeared that a rest was finally in order for the night. Sentries were posted around the camp of course, protecting the expedition as best as their eyes could.
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Torrin chuckled at the Goblin whose name appeared to be Bucket's enthusiasm. When the dwarven veteran pointed out the tent where supplies could be purchased he nodded. Speaking mentally to Bucket. "See little one, you can get supplies before departing, it was an excellent question. I assumed we were all geared up hence my not asking. YOU can go and purchase supplies and then rejoin us if you like, or if you prefer I could go with I have seen some of the looks others have given you during our travels. I doubt anyone will give you trouble with me around."

That said he looked towards the others. Speaking to them all. "I am Torrin Linxakasendalor Paladin of Bahamut and member of the Platinum Cadre. It will be my honor to fight alongside you all in clearing these ruins of any foul and wicked denizens that dwell within. I apologize for to speaking verbally but my tongue was removed as a youth while still a slave. I can hear just fine, even though I cannot speak out loud. We should all get any supplies we might need and then partake of some of that rabbit stew and mead before it is all gone, then get a good nights rest before we begin at first light."


 

 

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'A pleasure to meet you, Linxakasendalor,' Immit greeted the dragonborn with a smile and a polite nod of her head. 'And you as well, of course,' she continued, turning to greet Bucket and the barbarian in similar fashion. 'It is comforting to know I shall have such wonderful company when traveling into the ruins. Let us hope we all find what we seek, down there.'

She then turned to Bucket, regarding the goblin with a curious look. 'I shall accompany you, Bucket,' she spoke. 'I have some sundries to pick up as well, and I would very much like to meet with this quartermaster Grimdal spoke of.' Then, her smile falling a little, she bowed her head to the goblin. 'It is unfortunate the goblins of this region would seem unwilling to negotiate,' she said. 'Predator and prey alike share pools of drinking water, in times of drought. It saddens me that the denizens of these ruins do not see things the same way. But, I shall let you decide how to proceed, should we encounter their kind,' the witch promised.


 

 
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Brita the Basher looked at the others and listened to them for a moment while a lackluster look came over her face until the mental messages of the dragon born busted through her quickly growing stupor, ”Oh! I'm Brita the Basher, the feared berserker of the fighting rings of Thay! I expect you heard of me! I'm going to tuck in some of that mead and stew if anyone would like to join me!" she seemed lacking in the proper ettiquite of the courts and more at home in a pit of mud and blood.

She scratched the short blonde hair on her head, sniffed then reached into her belt pouch to produce the little mouse then tucked it onto her shoulder, "This is Rascal." she said plainly before taking a look at the others and starting to walk away towards the fire.

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Immith narrowed her eyes ever so slightly when the barbarian claimed her Thayan heritage- but quickly decided not to dwell on the matter. She preferred to judge a person by their own deeds and words, not their blood. 'Pleased to meet you, Brita,' Immith offered. 'I must confess, I have not had the pleasure of hearing your name before- but I look forward to getting to know you- all of you,' she indicated, 'as we travel together on our expedition.'

She then leaned forward a little, taking a closer look at the mouse Brita produced. 'My, but you're a cute little fellow, aren't you?' she said, smiling at the little rodent. She reached out with one hand to give the little animal scritches, then hesitated, looking up at the barbarian. 'Does he mind, if...?' she asked, hesitantly.


 

 
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Brita stops mid-step and turns back to the fancy-pants sorceress then shrugs a little with the one unoccupied shoulder, then turns her Rascal shoulder towards the woman, "Aye." she says simply, not used to this kind of attention from what appears to be a noble woman. She was more used to herself being poked and prodded and not actual interest in her or Rascal.

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After giving Rascal a thorough scritching and visiting the quartermaster, Immith finds a nice, quiet place in the party's assigned tent, and spends some time with her purchased goods. First, she cuts four length of twine. Taking one of the four pieces, the witch runs it through a single bead, fastening the ends to form a makeshift necklace. 'There!' she exclaims happily before hanging it around her neck. Immith then proceeds to repeat the process three times, before finding her companions again.

'Everyone, gather round, please!' she announces, waiting until she has their attention. 'I made these,' she says, handing each of them a necklace, 'to help us in the darkness below.' To elaborate, she places a single finger on the bead dangling from her own necklace, muttering a few words to the spirits for their aid. As she finishes her incantation a moment later, the bead begins to shine with a bright, white light, illuminating the interior of the tent. 'That way we can see,' she explains, going around the group and lighting each of her colleague's beads. 'The light lasts for quite a while- when it goes out, I can light it again for you. Tuck it under your shirt when you don't need it. That way, we need not bother with torches,' she smiles.

After providing everyone with a shining light in the color of their preference, Immith turns back to her supplies and continues her work. This time, the lengths of twine are longer, and she hangs more than one bead from each. The sorceress then fastens the ends of her threads to whatever pole or equipment is close by, creating a web of twine above her own bed. She proceeds to touch each of the beads, making them shine with blue, white or green light, before laying down on her bed and staring up at the wonderful decoration she made for herself. 'Perfect,' she says approvingly, taking a quick break from the long road. 'We've spent ever so long on the road, and before long we will venture into the dark,' she tells the others. 'Sometimes, you just have to spend a little time reminding yourself of the beauty in the world.'



 

 
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Torrin's suggestion that he would protect the little goblin left Bucket with a huge smile on his face. He couldn't remember anyone offering safety out of pure camaraderie - not even his 'friends' in the small gang he ran with showed such display of fellowship. Bucket vowed to himself this favor will be returned.

He then fell into step with the beautiful human sorcerer as they made their way to the quartermaster, where he spent some time sifting through the wares, before buying some items which might come in handy in tunnels and tight spots.

Once that was done, Bucket proceeded to the party's tent and watched intently as Immith crafted and enchanted several necklaces for them. The goblin was no stranger to magic, yet this was way beyond his skills - and a sight to behold. He already felt pity for their would be enemies.

Bucket would like yellow! He squeaked sheepishly when asked his favored color. Bucket will keep this hidden for now, he can see good in dark! Bucket can guide you if you no want light give us away.

With that, the little goblin distributed his posessions between the backpack and the bucket, where he placed what he thought he'd need in a pinch - the flour, about 20 ballbearings, a couple of pitons and several caltrops.

Bucket ready, just say word! he said, hands on hips and looking up with a big grin.




 
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