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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.
A pregnant pause overtakes the lounge as your awesome presence bears down upon the cornered trio of Tenpenny and his two hired killers. The half-man's trembling hands desperately search his person, fishing a paper box of cigars produced in a foreign land from the pocket of his gaudy silken suit. Grasping a single cylinder of rolled tobacco with a hammy fist, he returns the box from whence it came and brings the cigar to his lips, gasping for air as he chomps down on its end.
The Master of Guilds cannot muster the courage or sense to light it.
Your arrival, so it would seem, has caught your prey off-guard. Moreover, Tenpenny's underlings seem reluctant to act without his instruction. The orc-blooded oaf grins and rolls his shoulders, eager to match his skills against yours, but professional enough to restrain himself. By contrast, the mage woman is patient and composed, her placid expression conveying that she feels reasonably confident in her chance of absconding with her life.
Alas for them, the High Captain's paladins are behind you, and his soldiers have encircled the manor. With teleportation barred by the High Sorcerer's magics, their capture is all but assured, even if they somehow managed to escape you. Still, you feel that you have earned the right to accept the credit of seeing this petulant blob of a man undone yourself.
For the moment, you have the initiative, and with it comes the power to dictate the direction of this encounter.
>[Will] If they get on their knees and beg for their pathetic surfacer lives, I will turn them over to the High Captain with all of their limbs attached to their bodies.
>First I am going to kill Tenpenny's drudges. Then I will beat him within an inch of his life. Then I might consider seeing him put in a cell.
>I went through the trouble of exposing this ludicrous scheme of his. I believe that I am entitled to answers for numerous questions before he is inevitably jailed.
A pregnant pause overtakes the lounge as your awesome presence bears down upon the cornered trio of Tenpenny and his two hired killers. The half-man's trembling hands desperately search his person, fishing a paper box of cigars produced in a foreign land from the pocket of his gaudy silken suit. Grasping a single cylinder of rolled tobacco with a hammy fist, he returns the box from whence it came and brings the cigar to his lips, gasping for air as he chomps down on its end.
The Master of Guilds cannot muster the courage or sense to light it.
Your arrival, so it would seem, has caught your prey off-guard. Moreover, Tenpenny's underlings seem reluctant to act without his instruction. The orc-blooded oaf grins and rolls his shoulders, eager to match his skills against yours, but professional enough to restrain himself. By contrast, the mage woman is patient and composed, her placid expression conveying that she feels reasonably confident in her chance of absconding with her life.
Alas for them, the High Captain's paladins are behind you, and his soldiers have encircled the manor. With teleportation barred by the High Sorcerer's magics, their capture is all but assured, even if they somehow managed to escape you. Still, you feel that you have earned the right to accept the credit of seeing this petulant blob of a man undone yourself.
For the moment, you have the initiative, and with it comes the power to dictate the direction of this encounter.
>[Will] If they get on their knees and beg for their pathetic surfacer lives, I will turn them over to the High Captain with all of their limbs attached to their bodies.
>First I am going to kill Tenpenny's drudges. Then I will beat him within an inch of his life. Then I might consider seeing him put in a cell.
>I went through the trouble of exposing this ludicrous scheme of his. I believe that I am entitled to answers for numerous questions before he is inevitably jailed.
