Faerûn (The Claw of the Storms)

[JR McCormick]

(NOT YET OPEN)


GAME
Faerûn (Dungeons & Dragons)

OOC
Faerûn (OOC)

CHARACTER SHEETS
Faerûn (CS)​

Faerûn
The Claw of the Storms

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The year is 1271 (DR) and bitter month of Tarsakh begins to loosen her icy grip on the Rauvin. Thick snow covers the landscape still, waning only as the hot southern winds roll through the valleys. Large slabs of frozen water crack audibly, as the mighty river begins its annual defeat.

Through the crude burlap sack adorning your head, the smell of dirt fills your nostrils, giving way to the taste of a leather muzzle set tight to the point of gagging. You're moving... but not on horse back. You feel the cold bite of steel on your wrists, and you soon realise that similar shackles rest tightly around your ankles.

You're sitting, crouched in the back of a carriage which shakes violently as the heavy mass is pulled through a natural pairing of frozen dirt and coarse stone. The carriage is moving... but the pain in your lower back and the incessant stop-start motion of the cart gives you pause to consider that perhaps, yes... perhaps you're ascending. Climbing a hill, or the very mountainside itself.

The last thing you remember was Lhuvenhead... a small village that -in your memory- was on fire. You're shaken from the thought as primitive grunts permeate the natural soundscape. Its possible that if you concentrate you can make out what your captors are saying.

Suddenly, the convoy comes to a halt. You hear a scuffle and the sound of chains moving quickly, gaining distance... someone is running. In vain you try to get a glimpse, to lift the cowl from your eyes and witness the escape. It dawns on you that you aren't alone.

"...please, I don't understa-eeaauugh!"

His pleads were cut short. First by a heavy thump which seemed to push all the wind from his body, and next by the gurgling... the sound of a man drowning on his own blood.

A short moment passed, and the convoy began its journey again - rocking back and forth and heading somewhere that you are determined not to reach.