Campaign
Background
Preface
I
have traveled far and wide onboard spelljamming vessels
and through Gates and Portals. I have stepped into myriad
worlds and planes. From the war-ravaged lands of Acheron,
to the mystic city of Union, and the Rock of Bral (where
I now reside). Yet, there is nothing that can compare
to my birthplace, Faerun.
Home.
Yes,
home. Abeir-Toril has always been close to my heart. Its
enchantment has always lured me back to its verdant hills,
lush forests, majestic mountains and sprawling cities.
My
journeys began in Tantras, land of my birth, where Torm
and Bane destroyed each other during the Time of Troubles.
From this small city in The Vast, I made my way west through
the Sea of Fallen Stars. I discovered the merchants and
the wares of Sembia and the Dragon Coast (where, they
say, "everything has its price…"). In Cormyr,
during the reign of the late King Azoun, I have witnessed
the rule of law and justice implemented for the common
good. At Immersea, one must find time to purchase the
Five Fine Fish ale, a beverage fit for the gods.
Although
magic can certainly take me to places almost instantaneously,
I still prefer to travel on my trusty Narfell steed. Through
the Western Heartlands, I made my way towards Neverwinter
and Waterdeep, the City of Splendors where I call upon
old friends, Khelben and Elminster.
Elminster,
foremost expert of Faerun lore, informs me of several
developments in the Realms. The Red Wizards of Thay have
been expanding their influence and reach through trade
and mercantile efforts. Ixachtu Xvim, son of Bane, has
been spreading his faith (perhaps paving the way for the
return of his father) and Cormyr has lost its greatest
son and leader, King Azoun and there is turmoil among
the ranks of the Harpers.
With
Elminster's help, I have caused the legendary Spear of
Daggerdale to be retrieved by Blackwolf and several of
our allies. But this, I am afraid, may not be sufficient
to aid us in our efforts against the growing forces of
darkness.
Faerun
needs thy sword, adventurer. It is a big place - big enough
for many heroes and the tales of their exploits to be
sung by bards and be recorded by the scribes of Candlekeep.
Armies
and the might of men, elves and dwarves may not be enough
to guard against the plots from the likes of the Zhentarim,
the Thayan Red Wizards, Xvimlar Faithful, Drow dissidents,
and orcs from the Spine of the World.
Being
an adventurer myself, I know that it is a hazardous and
deadly career. But the rewards can more than make up for
the danger. I call upon thee to join all that have gone
before thee and carve thy names in history.
May
thy blade always strike true and may Azuth, the Shining
One, bless thee with potent spells.
Quel
Mart. Tenna' ento lye omenta, (Good Luck. Until next
we meet,)
Sharic
Sif'Harith
High Magistrate of Azuth
Church of the Shining Hand
1371 DR (Year of the Unstrung Harp)
