Our story starts on a stormy winter’s night at the base of Thunder Peaks in the warm hovel of the The Gilded Lady Tavern, a rest stop for weary travellers traveling to and from Dalelands in the north, Cormyr in the south, and Sembia in the east.
As we step into the tavern from the blizzard, we see the owner of the rundown shack, Stephanie making ends meet. The hours pass by, and she is found to be quite taken at the handsome daredevil of a wizard, Sebastian, as he smooth talks his way to a couple more free drinks and well… is there more to say?
On the opposite end of the small dimly lit tavern is Paul, a travelling cleric of Pelor, he sits at a table quietly alone. He takes a breather from his long journey from his seasonal placement in the Sword Coast, an area heavily ravaged by the Spellplague.
A few tables opposite from him on the far right side of the tavern sits a half-elf paladin. Paul stares at him curiously. The paladin seems quite out of place. He nervously shifts around his chair gently sipping his beer, his fingers running up and down his cape and scabbard as if he was waiting for some impending doom to befall him. Perhaps it was the rowdy table next to him that was making him uncomfortable? Odd, his armor looked quite new and polished. He’s never seen paladins on the road so quite… clean.
As we turn around, we see a noisy dwarf quite content with himself. Jerry, drunk, his head on the table, but not quite enough to topple him down, babbles on by himself recounting all the battles and wars he partook as a footman in the goblin and orc wars of old, all of which are now a forgotten memory.
A gust of wind rushes in and two groups of men come in at the same time from the two entrances of the tavern. Curiously, they mill about by the doors, not one of them head to the bar for a drink.
Stephanie looks up and yells,
“What can I do ya for?”
At the front entrance, one of them looks up, and then quickly looks back into the small huddle of men.
“I get these weird types every now and then”
Douglas, the paladin, feels his breathing pick up. The three men across from him at another table seem to be harassing an unarmed woman, a religious acolyte.
“What should I do? What should I do? I was never trained for this.”
Douglas recounts his days at the monastic academy of Bahamut.
“Protect the weak, liberate the oppressed, and defend just order. I must do this upon my honor. Fear is for the weak minded.”
Douglas suddenly downs his beer, picks up his pride, and stands up awkwardly facing the accosting gentlemen.
“Hey, hands off the lady or you shall answer to me.”
“What’d you say?”
“Um. Nothing. never mind.”
“I’ll teach you a lesson disco pants for talking back to me.”
Doug soon finds himself surrounded by the men with no means of escape.
Meanwhile, Stephanie and Sebastian see the commotion.
“Ahh don’t mind them. This always happens in here, pretty soon they’ll knock themselves out. Tell me more about your magic wand there”
“Suuure, If you let ME buy you a drank girrrl”
Sebastian buys more drinks to share with Stephanie. Paul the cleric and Jerry the dwarf are quite amused by the fight between the paladin and the several thugs in the tavern. The acolyte is suddenly knocked out in the fight.
“Yarr, I’m gonna get me tha’ pretty girl in tha white dress ta’ take home”
Jerry, in his half drunken state walks towards the unconscious acolyte and sweeps her off her feet and tries to sneak out of the tavern with her.
“No! you leave the lady alone!”
Doug, in the middle of the fight, notices the dwarf making his way out the door, and Doug suddenly kicks the table adjacent from the dwarf , and in the shock, Jerry loses balance, and topples over throwing the poor unconscious acolyte across the room.
“Oi! You made me drop the pretty lady you dipwad! You’ll pay with my axe!
Sebastian and Stephanie roar with laughter as they see the fight happen from across the room. Paul continues to watch the awesome display of bravado.
Bloodied and his new and polished armor all dinged up, Doug cries out to the rest of the tavern,
“Help me! For Bahamut’s sake!”
His screams of help get drowned in the sea of beatdowns on the poor paladin. Everyone else in the tavern roars with laughter.
“I feel bad for the poor sucker, lets help him out, I’m already losing enough money on the broken glasses and that table he kicked down; after this, tell me more about those magic rocks you have in your pockets”
“Alriiiight, but nooot without that keg over there!”
Sebastian drags a keg of beer with him into the fight. Stephanie follows. Paul realizing the mess the paladin has made, casts a healing spell onto the poor knight.
Jerry stands up, and goes for the paladin, but is then surrounded by the thugs waiting by the doors.
“I’ll deal with you later dandy!”
The dwarf and the half-elf are seen fighting back to back.
Sebastian now completely out of his mind, chugs down half the keg of beer. In his drunken and frenzied state, he rushes into the brawl and yells out
Everyone in the tavern yells,
a ring of bright yellow flames erupts from Sebastian, everyone ducks, fireballs ricochet from the ceiling and walls knocking down furniture and breaking bottles of beer and spirits. Two unlucky thugs get hit by fireballs and are burnt to piles of ash.
In the confusion, Nicole a war wizard from the nearby capital city of Suzail, steps in the tavern hoping for a day’s rest on her journey towards Marsember to her recent posting as a customs officer. Seeing the ruckus inside, she is instantly amused by what she sees; a dwarf and half-elf in a corner fighting a band of thugs, the tavern barmaid and a wizard drinking and fending off the assailants, a cleric picking up the pieces, and an unconscious young lady.
Wait. An unconscious young lady?
Nicole’s eyes gleam with delight; unseen, she skirts her way towards the defenseless young lady. The lady soon wakes as Nicole helps her up to her feet.
“you’re safe now. I got you out of that mess”
Nicole points towards the rest of the tavern as fists fly, swords clang, and fireballs explode around the walls.
“Lets get out of here before things get too dicey in here”
Nicole helps the acolyte up to her feet and walk her out the door, but not before snatching a couple beers from the bar.
As the dust settles, a pile of unconscious thugs lie in a heap in the middle of the room. Paul casts minor healing spells on the lightly wounded, Sebastian and Stephanie are seen at a table giggling together; they seem to be sobering up. Douglas, who hasn’t fared very well since the beginning of our story, is nursing his giant welts on his head from the blows he received from the thugs’ choice of weapon, wooden clubs.
“Oh dear god, my armour! I paid 100gp for this!”
“HAH! You paid too much for that load of turd” the dwarf retorts.
“Well, I’ll show you, I smite thee in the name of Bahamut!”
“Hey hey! Enough of that! I don’t want to be paying for anymore broken things in here, I don’t know how I’m gonna get the money to replace those doors and that window there”
“Maybe I can help”
Our unlikely fellowship turns towards the door. The acolyte and Nicole stand facing them.
“I am Gevarn, an acolyte of Chauntea—”
Douglas seizes the opportunity, but all too soon, and replies,
“Who were those men?”
“hired thugs—sent by the forces of evil to stop me on my mission”
“Where are you from?”
asks the dwarf.
“I come from a town called Winterhaven, at the summit of Thunder Peaks. The cleric I serve, Sister Linora, has learned that a cult of Shar has asserted itself in our town. She sent me to go find help, but I’m afraid I’m not well educated in the ways of the world, and those men must have tracked me to stop me from finding aid.”
“We shall help you”
“Who’s we? I’ve got other things to worry about other than anyone else’s problems, like my poor old tavern here”
“Buuurp~ I’m up for an adventure! Didn’t you tell me you wanted out of here? I still haven’t finished my magic wand story yet”
“In that case, I guess a small trip wouldn’t hurt. Promise it’s a long story?”
“Oh I promise. You’ll be entertained for a very long while”
An awkward silence fills the room. Paul rolls his eyes. He then suddenly speaks up.
“I guess I can help out, I’m not due into Neverwinter until Mid Winter anyways, it is my civic duty as a cleric of Pelor ”
Douglas then speaks
“you have my sword”
“and my mace”
“and my axe!”
“and my long oak wand!”
Both Stephanie and Sebastian laugh uncontrollably. Everyone rolls their eyes. The acolyte seems undeterred.
Gevarn then speaks,
“How about yourself Nicole? Will you help me?”
“Well, I do have to report to my posting in Marsember as is my duty as a War Wizard of Cormyr”
She pauses for a while in thought, then speaks again
“However, it is the middle of winter and the blizzard shows no signs of stopping, I could be lost for a while if you know what I mean”
Gevarn, gracefully smiles. She then speaks
“I thank you all for coming to my aid. Having seen how well you handled yourselves with those thugs, you are all surely the blessings of Chauntea. The lord of our town would surely reward you if you find this cult and eliminate it. You would also have the thanks of me, sister Linora, and the Great Mother if you would lend us your aid.”
And so in that dark night, in the quiet of a winter’s blizzard, beside the dying flames of the fireplace hearth in that tavern, another light of hope was lit in the ever darkening lands of Abeir-Toril.