Dove's Silver Marches Campaign

On the Trail...

Leaving the vortex, the party travels but a brief distance before Grael draws to a halt and turns, looking at the fellows who now claim the name of the Sacked Druid Company. He is slow to speak, looking at each of them in turn.

“This fellowship is on shaky ground, the currency by which we operate, trust, is in short supply, this must be remedied.” he begins, his tone measured, and neutral. “We have fought and bled together, but we are not yet one.” He sighs, looking down then, returning his gaze to the rest of them. “I am an ambitious man, there is no mistaking that, and much I am willing to sacrifice for my goals. I will not sacrifice those who place their trust in me, not so long as there is a choice. None of you share my goals, but this fellowship serves my ends as well as your own, trust in my ambition if nothing else.” He turns, taking up his stride, continuing on the path, saying only one last thing. “If we do not work as a team, this fellowship will fail, and I have too many relying on me to allow that.”

The Road to Adbar
and other things...

With the arrival of Than and the remaining shareholders, two unexpected fellows with suspect stories of how they came by their ownership, we swiftly got to the business of running the business.

Notably the inn owners were now obligated to clear any sales to non-partners, thus ideally preventing any more strangers showing up at the door claiming ownership. Beyond that were granted permission for Braund to continue his productions at the theater, and then set about deciding if we would take up one of the missions proposed.

Unsure about these seemingly new allies, especially given past experiences, Grael grudgingly agreed to participate, primarily because he was low on funds and had a new temple to see about founding. He grew more suspicious when they both argued in favor for working with Alustriel. Fortunately the old company ruled the day and we set forth to see to the needs of the dwarves in distant Adbar. Before we left the head of the legions dropped off a book taken from the kobolds, a noble gesture, though more likely an attempt to spy for the witch of the marches.

On the road we encountered orcs, we took them down with relative ease, and kept one for questioning. Grael made sure to cut the ears off them, for proof when we reached Abdar of our goodwill and skill. Questioning the survivor may yet prove even more fruitful, or not, but one can hope.

Victory is in the Eye of the Beholder
Thankfully they didn't have any dire weasels...

Arriving early Grael and Mikael had a somewhat cold reunion, thankfully short lived. Phare, the Radiant Judge of the temple, was quick to bring Grael up to date on the temples dealings since his last visit, primarily a band of kobolds that had been raiding trade caravans about a half a days ride north of Silverymoon, and doing so while shouting Amaunators name.

This naturally was distressing for the temple, and causing some public relations issues. Grael quickly took up the cause and was happy to see Mikael also eager to deal with them. While long term efforts are more dubious, Grael could trust Mikael to be Mikael, and with this they shared a common goal.

They quickly were able to make their way north to the location of the attacks and find the ruins the kobolds were hiding out in. Inside they found the natural caves gave way to what was once a rather elaborate complex, and quickly dispatched the guards once Mikael stopped impaling himself on traps. Further in they found the elite commandos were in the primary shrine area, along with their prophet and focus of their worship, a giant beholder statue. It would seem the kobolds had discovered the hidden beholder cult temple and mistakenly associated the beholder with Amaunator.

Vastly out numbered, and with the kobold commandos proving a capable challenge, Grael and Mikael managed through strategic maneuvers to force the kobolds to flee. They then found two dead prisoners, and with them along with some goods and loot, returned victorious to the inn. The older dead man was revived, but the child did not heed the call. Roland meanwhile went through the remains and did his best to aid in his specialty, intelligence gathering. In the end however there was little to be had. What little was garnered was sent along with a report to the Argent Legion, that they might deal with the remainder of the kobold tribe.

Net Gain for Grael and Mikael: 700 gp each, Mikael gained an additional convert.

Welcome to your Adventure Log!
A blog for your campaign

Every campaign gets an Adventure Log, a blog for your adventures!

While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

Best of all, each Adventure Log post is also a wiki page! You can link back and forth with your wiki, characters, and so forth as you wish.

One final tip: Before you jump in and try to write up the entire history for your campaign, take a deep breath. Rather than spending days writing and getting exhausted, I would suggest writing a quick “Story So Far” with only a summary. Then, get back to gaming! Grow your Adventure Log over time, rather than all at once.


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