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Dungeons and Dragons and Eberron are the property of Wizards of the Coast. This story is based upon the Dungeons and Dragons game created by E. Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson and the new Dungeons and Dragons game designed by Johnathan Tweet, Monte Cook, Skip Williams, Richard Baker, and Peter Adkison. It also utilizes the Eberron campaign setting created by Keith Baker, Bill Slaviscek and James Wyatt. It utilizes the current campaign modules written by Keith Baker, Bill Slaviscek, David Noonan, Bruce R. Cordell, Nicolas Logue and Ed Stark.

The characters portrayed in this story are fictional and bear no resemblance to any real "live" person.

Part 1: The Forgotten Forge

Chapter 1: One Stormy Night

Curtains of rain pouedr from the sky as two bedraggled figures traversed the walkways and bridges of Sharn nearby to Dorasharn tower. The rain fell hard, running off the higher walkways and balconies in drenching waves, making it difficult to see much more than a few feet ahead. Everbright lanterns provided a slight gradient in visibility but were relatively unhelpful. From the gloom ahead the smaller figure noticed a form moving through the rain; it bent over a large shape on the ground. A flash of lightning illuminated the scene revealing a prone body lying on the floor. The large tall figure noticing the scene ran forward to intercept the mugger. He raised his head hearing the rumbling approach of the large warforged charging him, with swift deft movements he leaped over the side of the bridge disappearing into the darkness below. The two figures approached the body. The warforged pulled out a satchel from beneath the body. It was covered by blood and wet with rain. Within the bag was quills and inks, Fine Karnathi paper, a journal and a set of identification papers:

Bonal Geldem

Male Human

74 cycles

Provost of Pre-Galifar Studies

Morgrave University

A rasping noise of metal against stone caused the smaller figure to turn to her companion and indicate towards the rails. They approached the rails, however were unable to see anything. The warforged lifted the smaller figure and hung him over the edge. Two eyes were visible and in a sudden movement a cloaked figure rushed past the dangling shifter to attack the warforged.

"Flesh loving traitor", she screamed over the sound of the torrential rain.

A large battle axe whipped from beneath her cloak and she launched a furious attack on the warforged. Whilst dodging her blows the warforged pulled the shifter back onto the bridge. One of her blows hit the warforged causing him to stumble denting his armour. The shifter moved to the rear to aid in the attack against the strange mugger. However all attacks against her were deflected by her plating. She took very little damage despite their most furious attacks. As the battle continued she attacked more ferociously and she began to move with wilder and wilder abandon. Her attacks were concentrated on the warforged whom she continued to scream obscenities at. Her wild movements left her more vulnerable to attack allowing the shifter and warforged to land some of their attacks, however the pain intensified her anger allowing her to land a fierce blow upon the warforged, crippling him (no it wasn't a crit.) dropping him to the ground incapacitated. She turned grabbed the satchel and fled with all its contents. The shifter was left standing in the rain with the incapacitated warforged at his feet.

Two males and a female dressed in the uniform of the Sharn City Watch appeared running toward the scene of battle. The leader was a powerfully built dwarf and he pointed a leveled crossbow at the shifter. A small ball of light hovered above him illuminating the scene before him. The other two guards flanked him halberds pointing in a menacing manner towards the shifter.

"Halt and do not move, what is the meaning of this?"

"I'm not sure I arrived after the mugging and thought to help the human lying upon the floor", replied the shifter.

"However the mugger was still around and attempted to stop myself and this other being", he nudged the incapacitated warforged with his foot.

"Perhaps if you revive him he will be able to corroborate my story"

"Hmm… the proposal seems sensible; however you will remain here until I have finished with him".

The figure of the sergeant bent done pulling a small kit from his bag. He then applied various bolts to the warforged allowing him to sit up and react normally to the world again.

"Hurr… what 'appened".

"That is exactly what I wish to know", replies the sergeant.

"Figure…attack…man on floor….disappear…attack me"

"Well, that is certainly what happened officer, couldn't have phrased it better myself", the shifter leered towards the guards.

"Yes, well it does seem as though you are not the guilty party, however I cannot verify your story and will take you in for interrogation", the guard glared at them suspiciously despite his words.

"No sir, what they say is true", a small woman piped up from behind the soldiers, "I saw it all happen, the man was hurt and then these two arrived to drive the villain off". A group of humans gathering around in the rain nodded in consent of the woman's words.

"Well, I'll need quotes from all of you, however if you stay at the Broken Anvil Inn, I can contact you tomorrow morning for details and your statements". The guard, looking molested and unhappy at letting his two primary witnesses go, shrugged.

"Uhh, where is that?" asks the shifter.

"Oh, I know I will gladly take you heroes to the inn", replied the small woman, "by the way, my name is Callinda Waltant!"

She skipped off happily into the darkness ahead of the shifter and warforged, "What are your names".

"Uhh, I'm Boskov and that is HK-47"

"I'm HK-47, I thought my name was iron-man"

"No that's only sometimes"

"So my name is iron-man and HK-47"

"No, you can't have two names"

"But you just said…"

"Forget everything I ever told you"

"Uhh, what did you just say?"

"I give up", followed by an extremely exasperated growl.

Random conversation that was completely unintelligible continued until they reached the Broken Anvil Inn. There they found a welcome relief from the rain and hired a room for the night allowing Boskov to sleep, whilst the warforged sat in a corner mumbling to himself and chipping away at a small wooden carving.