Lone Lore

The party looked to the sky and sees a castle similar to one they've seen before. However, upon close inspection, they were able to discern that this castle was not Lyn Armaal. The townsfolk around them were in a panic, with guards trying to calm as many people down as possible. "Please remain calm! The Lady is dispensing soldiers as we speak to inspect the floating castle!" While unsure of how to help at first, the party decided that they could bring their giant knowledge to the Open Lord of Waterdeep, Lady Silverhand, and, in exchange, get some information from her about the magical augmentation operations in Waterdeep. On the way towards Piergeiron's Palace, where the Lady hosted her visitors, Adonis wanted to make a quick stop at the Spires of the Morning, Waterdeep's temple of Lathander. Inside the temple was a great stained glass mosaic depiction of Lathander holding up a baby. In front of the mosaic, Adonis knelt to the ground and began to pray. "O Lat...

"Rising from the shores of its deep harbor to ring the great mountain standing tall out of the Sea of Swords is Waterdeep, the City of Splendors and the Crown of the North. To all of Faerûn, this great metropolis stands as the pinnacle of what a great city might be, in wealth, influence, and stability. Here, the citizens work, the nobles sneer, and the great masked lords plot and scheme, all while merchants dance between them to collect their coins and continue profiting as best they can. Waterdeep’s shops and merchants offer goods of every sort from every corner of Toril, and even the rarest of items can be procured, given sufficient coin and patience. Adventurers lacking one or the other can very easily find all manner of employment, from simple escorting of caravans, to guarding nobility, to investigating a ruin or rumor of monsters anywhere in the North." The Harpers' guardian of the Waterdeep teleportation circle finished up her spiel and noted that tips from circle ...

Kimberly was in open space, floating in this void that appeared to be the ocean, the comforting humming surrounding them. Sensing the presence of their patron, Kimberly spoke up, asking questions about Slarkrethel and how they and he were related. The familiar voice, the voice that had granted them powers so long ago, spoke up, seeming to ignore these questions. "The aboleth needs to be punished for its insolence. Will you destroy it?" Kimberly agreed, telling the voice they trust it and will do as it says. Coming out of the conversation, a lightning bolt erupted from Kimberly's fingertips, killing the aboleth. The party finished up their business in Helm's Hold and began heading to Neverwinter, following Dhrys' recommendation. In Neverwinter, the party went shopping, purchased some things from M, who had a pop-up stand in town, and almost went to the beach. Eventually, they all made their way, directed by Dhrys, to a run-down looking townhouse. Inside this townho...