Results for tag: Furakus
Posted by: Good_Fellow on Jun 19, 2012 at 05:58:21 PM
The heroes had no problem following the fiery footprints which led them to the town square. The last time they were here they fought along side the Lost Heir against a White Dragon. At the end of that battle the Lost Heir performed a ritual that encased the wyrm in stone. When the heroes arrived this time they saw Seldra (now referred to as the False Heir) glowing with blue fire and performing some kind of ritual on the petrified dragon statue.
The concerned citizens were gathering around the square, curious and cautious. The vendors realized that things would likely get worse so they were hastily packing up their wares. The heroes took in the situation and realized that the False Heir was trying to free the dragon. Unfortunately she was surrounded by a field of energy that protected...
Posted by: Good_Fellow on Jun 5, 2012 at 07:34:13 PM
The heroes awoke in the rebel hideout of the Sons of Alagondar refreshed after their extended rest and ready to face the Lost Heir. Arlon, the rebel leader, explained that although the Sons of Alagondar were at first fully supportive of the Lost Heir, they realized that their hasty decision to support him was not the best course of action. The Lost Heir is instigating violence and full out rebellion against Lord Neverember when such a radical course of action is not necessary. Arlon wants what’s best for the people of Neverwinter and the Lost Heir’s plan will only cause pain and suffering to a lot of innocent people.
Posted by: Good_Fellow on May 29, 2012 at 03:30:53 PM
Having followed the clues correctly the group finally approached a Dead Rat outpost. Between the party and the wererat thieves a solid portcullis barred the way. The 'Rats' were alerted to the groups arrival and used the gate for effective cover as they pelted Alek with ranged attacks. Furakus charged and smashed through the gate creating an opening for the rest of his team.
Once faced with a fair fight the gang were quickly dispatched. Before the last wererat was bloodied though he managed to release a hatch allowing a torrent of water to wash the group down into the deep sewers.
Once the party managed to escape the rushing waters and regroup they found themselves in a series of natural caverns. The entirity of the chamber was in a few inches of water and split by a huge crevasse. From this...
Posted by: Good_Fellow on May 14, 2012 at 10:03:36 AM
It was still the dark of night ast the party assembled. The common room of the Inn was nearly empty with only a handful of drunks and late night regulars winding down the evening hours. One patron though seemed alert and particularly interested in the group as they came down the stairs from their rooms.
Seldra Tylmarande, the spymaster, was again wearing her light blue cloak and leather armor. Her longsword, pommel in the fashion of Old Neverwinter, hung in its scabbard over the back of her chair. She rose as the party descended from their rooms and beckoned them to her table. Drinks were already waiting for them.
After a brief discussion she reaffirmed that the heroes were indeed heading to Blacklake to deal with the Dead Rats. The rats had been working with the Lost Heir as well as the ...
Posted by: Good_Fellow on May 4, 2012 at 10:59:18 AM
The plans were set. Take an early rest, gear up and head to Blacklake under the cover of darkness to infiltrate the Dead Rats hideout. Unfortunately, these plans did not take into account a late night visit by a mysterious dwarven assassin.
Outside their rooms a storm engulfed Neverwinter. The shutters were latched tight against the gale force winds and the rain created a constant drumbeat that some found relaxing, others distracting. For all though the rhythm was interrupted by a crash and a small iron ball, about the size of a fist, rolling across the floor of their rooms. Sparks flew from a fuse connected to the device and quickly the heroes attempted to make their escapes.
Barra leaped from the rooms window, grabbed the rain-slicked ledge and flipped himself onto the roof. Dunn grabbed...
Posted by: Good_Fellow on Apr 24, 2012 at 06:59:17 PM
It’d been 10 days since the heroes defeated the spellplauge-infected White Dragon along side the Lost Heir of Neverwinter. Since then the group have each pursued their own sources of information and tried to learn more about this mysterious stranger. Dunn and Jon were drinking in the Beached Leviathan with a sellsword - a clanless drunk of a dwarf who slurred the name Furakus when asked of it. What he lacked in social graces and quick thinking he made up for on the battlefield. Just the sort of person they would need for their plans.
Both Dunn and Jon wore their Neverwinter badges, but not openly. In a pinch if needed they could flash the jewled symbols. Which had proven useful time and again.
Support for the Lost Heir grew considerably over the past week. There were more and more...