Well after facing down giants and ogres our daring party
returned to their home in Stonekeep for some rest and relaxation. The bard
wandered off to the local drinking establishments to ply his trade for the
locals. The fighter/archer returned to the local stables to continue his job
there and make money for his family. The monk and rouge made their way back to
their new house. When they arrived they noticed their front door slightly ajar.
Maybe their alchemist roommate just forgot to close it….or maybe someone else
was home.
The monk checked the perimeter and windows on the first
floor. Everything looked clear from his vantage point. He entered the front
door and began to investigate the first floor. The alchemist had left a note
telling them he was out shopping for reagents and had left a small stash of
potions for their use if needed. Meanwhile, the rouge began to climb to the
second floor and in through a slightly ajar window. It was then that the rouge
discovered he was not the only person on the second floor of the house!
A figure in dark clothes leapt from the shadows and drove a
pair of daggers toward the dragonborn rouge. He dodged them and drew his own
weapons. The monk rushed to the top of the stairs and was also met with a pair
of attacks from a shadowy figure. The monk and rouge fought back and quickly
put down their assailants with fist and blade.
A quick search of the dead bodies revealed a pair human
males wearing of black and purple medallions along with light armor, their
weapons, some awful smelling mud on their boots and a small bit of green
vegetation on one assassins’ boot heel. The medallions they had seen before,
symbols of the Dark Moon Order. They are a group of Raven Queen followers with monastic
traditions, evil monastic traditions. The rouge and monk both looked at the medallions and then to the ceiling. They had a feeling they were not alone., so they then went about investigating the
rooms upstairs.
The doors to the rouge’s and monk’s rooms were still closed.
The rouge, being very un-rouge, kicked open the door to his room. He was met by
a hail of small darts to chest. He dove to the side, but not before a dozen
darts found their way into his flesh. As he tended to his wounds the monk
entered the room and found a small box with twenty holes in the front facing
the doorway and a few small rings and some broken thin wire. Besides the
rouge’s personal , the room was empty. The dragonborn, after removing darts and
staunching some bleeding, investigated the monk’s door. As he gently pushed the
door open he found another thin wire that ran toward the ceiling. There he
found a small crate. He nimbly cut the wire and grabbed the small ring it was
attached too. A ring that if pulled by the wire would open the crate poised
above the door. A crate that contained a half dozen thin glass flasks full of
acid. It seems the Dark Moon were after the party once again. The duo searched
the rest of the house, but no further traps were found. The grabbed the two
bodies and drug them outside and down a nearby alley. They poised them to look
like they were a pair of drunks sleeping off the night in the alley.
After a bit of sketchy investigation…the monk and rouge
discovered that the bit of vegetation found on the assassins’ boot was known to
grow on a small island a few miles up the Metedras River. An island that was
once home to a Stonekeep watchtower and garrison. An island that now was slowly
being reclaimed by the river. An island that was supposedly haunted, full of
evil, devoid of life, a place of dark magic, bad smells, pure evil and all
manner of other silly rumors. An island that was the next stop for the
adventuring party.
The monk and rouge quickly ran off to check on their archer
friend (who would need some monetary coaxing to leave his safe and secure horse
stable tending job) and then to this
“haunted island” and empty watch tower of Del Garath to get answers.
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| It sort of looks like this but a bigger island, fog and the tower is sinking and tilted. |
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