Trouble in the Silver Marches

One Tenday Ago

A little background for the future...

Tutlern shuffled his elderly body around his jewelery shop, making sure everything was displayed properly. He shook his mostly bald head slowly at all the empty spaces in his shelves. Low on materials, he had nothing to make to fill in the spaces. He needed the latest wagons from Felbarr with his supplies to get here soon—and it was already two days late.

“Well met, Tutlern,” a sad voice said from the entry to the shop. One look at the trader’s face, and Tutlern knew that the wagons weren’t coming.

“Again? This makes two shipments! I cannot afford to miss many more.”

“How do you think I feel? I have to hire even more guards which drives my prices up and loses me more customers. These bandits hit hard and fast and the next thing we know, we are walking the rest of the way home. These aren’t your normal bandits.” Tutlern nodded in understanding then sighed. After the trader left to try to put another caravan together, Tutlern sighed again and returned to his work area.

His eyes fell on the five tiny sapphires he had bought from that young adventurer and he pursed his lips in thought.

Another mystery

Tunaster Dranik froze when he saw the new building just outside Everlund. He looked around, confused and trying to make sure he was where he thought he was. He squinted to try to see through the illusion, but it didn’t seem to be one. There, plain as day, on the front of the spire, was the circle with seven stars and the mist—Mystra’s symbol. A new Temple to Mystra in Everlund and he had never heard of it.

True, Tunaster spent most of his time wandering, searching for old knowledge and magic to be spread among the faithful servants of Mystra, but he kept in touch, and this Temple would have been big news. Everlund with its own Temple. It kind of made sense, since they now had the adjunct College, but it was sudden, and with no news spreading among the faithful servants?

He went through the gate into the courtyard, hoping to get some answers, but the guards wouldn’t let him inside. A shiver of apprehension wound its way down his back. The guards told him he would have to wait for Lady Arthas, but he could wander the courtyard as he wished.

An hour later, someone named Fembrys stepped up to him, dressed as a Mystran cleric. Tunaster’s nose twitched as Fembrys asked him to accompany him inside the Temple. A sense of foreboding so strong he couldn’t ignore it came over Tunaster and he spun and fled. As he ran through the gate, a few arrows came at him from the walls. A few guards chased him, but he managed to lose them in the traffic of the city and hide in a darkened public house until the danger had passed.

Even as his heart slowed, he was wrestling with the question of what was going on in that Temple.


I sense some foretelling…

One Tenday Ago

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One Tenday Ago

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