A ½ elf warlock, an elf ranger, a dwarf fighter and two human
clerics walk into the town of Drakka.
They were part of a small group of travelers going by boat
through the Twilight Fens to this town on the edge of nowhere.
They all had slightly different agendas, but would soon
realize they were all working to the same goal.
The group of strangers were met (along with all the other
ship passengers) on the dock by the local constable. He welcomed them to the
town and then gave his little spiel about keeping out of trouble in his quite
town. Then the strangers all split to explore their new surroundings.
- The human clerics began to investigate the town for signs of corruption. They were both warned that something was rotten in this town.
- The ½ elf warlock had been informed by his patron that there was shenanigans of the planar variety occurring in Drakka and to root them out.
- The dwarf had been to scout for the Northern Army and was looking to see if Drakka would make a location for a garrison, if the populace would be tolerant of a dwarf force occupying the landside and to see what defenses this town had.
- The ranger came to explore and see more of the natural world outside of his forest homeland and to learn more of the world of men.
The clerics, ranger and dwarf investigated a few abandoned
homes and were set upon twice by frenzied lizards and ambushed by robed figures
in the midst of some arcane ritual. They put these three men down and notified
the constable, who was clueless to this sort of arcane activity in his town. He
did seem angered by this and went about making sure this was a singular event.
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The warlock went to investigate the local graveyard and
temples, only to discover they were closed (and guarded) to the public due to
the swamps reclaiming that area outside of town.
A little smooth talking from the ½ elf and he was able to
get past the graveyard gate guards and found that the area was flooded like the
was told. He also searched the first temple (to Waukeen) and found the place
empty, filthy and defiled. He had no time to investigate the second temple as
the guards were returning to the cemetery gates.
Now the adventures knew there was something foul going on in
this little town they just needed to figure out the who, why and where of it
all.
After interviewing a few more citizens, business owners and
the mayor the party was stuck again as to what was truly going on in this town.
Eventually the warlock accessed his powers and was able to charm a local shop
keep he thought was part of whatever was happening in town. A simple charm
spell and the shop keep opened up to questions from the warlock. He soon knew
the who and where of the events going on in the town. A small cult had formed
over that last decade. It was led by one Bertram Beswell, the charismatic owner
of the Golden Frog Inn. They were worshipping an ancient eldritch power, but
for what gain was still unknown. The warlock took this information and went to
meet with the clerics, dwarf and ranger who he had also seen investigating the
town.
The five of them went to the Golden Frog and procured rooms
for the evening and waited for nightfall. The warlock had spoken to Bertram and
exclaimed he and the rest were fellow believers here to worship. Bertam
welcomed them and said to meet in the cellar of the inn after close for the
evenings “festivities.”
