Rumblings of Change

On the road to Mithril Hall

I had heard much about the battles being fought to the north between the dwarves and orcs, but it wasn’t until our dwarven friends, Lowe and his brother, arrived in town with tales of fighting on the front line and asking for aid, that I decided to journey northward and hunt. Some of my friends also decided to come; some for glory, some for profit.

We set out early in the day from Silvermoon but met only other travelers on the road. That night though Tess had the misfortune of stepping away from the camp and being set upon by a basilisk. I suppose I cannot blame her as she seems more at home in the city, but hopefully the event helped her learn. We rallied to her aid and slew the beast, then set out at dawn. During the day, I spotted a hill giant attempting to hide its bulk behind some trees and ambush travelers on the road. A large, smelly brute, but it did put up a fight when we closed in and finished it off. As far as I can tell, it was alone. Either a wandering beast or possibly a deserter from the orcish hordes to the north.

Later that day, when traveling a part of the road pressed between thick woods and a steep cliff, we found a band of orcs. They were organized and disciplined, or as disciplined as orcs can be, and were using some… abomination… to lead their charge. I aided Lowe in holding the front line, but sent Ulutu into the woods to make sure we were not being flanked by more orcs. Sure enough, he found more hiding in the trees. Diala must have followed him and helped the pup against those orcs, but the battle went poorly for her and I fear that if it had not been for Tess and our dwarven cleric, she would have fallen on the battlefield.

The thought of that, of losing her to orc blades while out here, fills me with fear and rage. She is strong and more than capable in a fight, but thinking of losing her smile and the way her nose crinkles…

Oh Meiliki, protect her as we travel.

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Rumblings of Change
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Rumblings of Change

25 Years Ago was a time of great upheaval and strife for the world. The Gods went silent. No one knew why and no one knew how long it would last. Eventually the Gods explained a little of what happened to their followers. Lord AO (ay-oh) the Overgod of Toril and creator of the Gods banished the deities to Faerun as punishment for the many Gods that had shirked in their responsibilities. This was the first mortals had ever heard of AO and some had discovered that he has the ability to make a mortal a Deity if they would accept the responsibilities.

While on Faerun as avatars of their former selves some of the fallen gods took lovers and had children though few of the parents knew the true nature of their partners it became evident early on that the children were special. Some were stronger than normal or smarter or quicker but all have at least one aspect of their Godly parent.

You are these offspring.

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