Forgotten Realms Adventures Vol. IX
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The year is 1374 DR. Sixteen years have passed since the Time of Troubles, when the gods were made humble, and forced to wander the Realms as mortals. With the ascension of the mad god Cyric, Prince of Lies, and the recent return of the tyrant god Bane, Lord of Darkness, the future of Faerûn seems increasingly uncertain. It falls to bold individuals who possess an abundance of cunning, might, and determination to shape the future... should they be up to the challenge.
"All right. Once I create the circle, it's as simple as walking directly into it. You may experience some... <span class="mu-i">mild</span> discomfort, but I promise that you'll be (mostly) fine." Lael lectures the Eilistraeans, waggling his index finger at them whilst pretending a comically stern demeanor. Chessayne smiles and waves at the amassed crowd who carry as many supplies as their arms will hold. "And remember dearies, this is not a race."
The mage bows ostentatiously at Chessayne, beaming at her - a gesture she returns. Luaue's left eye twitches, yet she refrains from commenting on this. Her frustration comes as no surprise, given that he did not offer the same respect to either of you. "Listen to the kind lady, children, and let me handle the rest." Without further delay, the half-breed unfurls his scroll and takes his place at the far end of the dining hall, reciting an incantation in a bizarre permutation of the traitor tongue.
