The Battle of Icewind Dale, revisited
After climbing high into the Spine of the World, the weak apprentice "wizard", Akar Kessel, found himself in a slight bowl, his eyes unable to leave the very center of it. As he found his way down, he grew warmer, as if there were something he needed to find, something calling out to him, from down below, in the snow. The object waiting for him, was Crenshinibon, the legendary Crystal Shard. Awaiting however, in our own world, was a pair of young people, who, unbeknownst to them, would save the settlement of Ten- Towns, or destroy it as instruments of Kessel.
The now cities that were once known as Ten-Towns, a haven for rogues and outcasts all the way from Luskan and Waterdeep, had grown considerably in the five years since the failed barbarian invasion lead by kings Heafstaag and Beorg, making it a famous place, thanks to the powerful defense put up by the drow ranger, Drizzt Do'Urden, the mighty dwarf, Bruenor Battlehamer, and the courageous spokesman, especially Agorwal of Termalaine.
Sitting on the steps of the city's library, waiting for his partner in the school project, Melfice de' Eladamari waited, his fingers adeptly dancing across the long flute at his lips, the melody of it attracting a bit of attention, but nothing cruel, merely the rapture that comes from great music. Keeping his shining blue eyes moving around the milling crowds, he finally spotted his partner, running her way up to him. "Hey, Melfice! Hey!" yelled his partner, smiling up at him. "Hello Mona, glad you're here". "I'm sorry I'm so late, I had a little trouble finding my way here" explained Mona Delores, one of Melfice' greatest friends, a smiling young blond woman. "Don't worry, I just arrived here myself a few minutes ago" Melfice explained in the strange lilting accent of some strange ethnicity "So, shall we get to the project?" "Of course, come on, let's go!" However, as they dashed up the stairs, heading for the library, a strange aura came over the area, every person freezing in place, except for the two friends, each looking around for some explanation to the cause.
Far away, on the tundra of Icewind Dale, Drizzt Do'Urden, his white hair flowing in the breeze, watched the portal open, as it dumped out the two young people from our own world, leaving them stranded in the far north. "So, some new people come to Icewind Dale" the drow muttered to himself, watching intently as both of them stood up, the hair of both blowing in the wind, the blond hair of the young woman, and the strangely white hair of the young man. "So, another drow has come to Icewind Dale, and that woman seems to have some elven blood in her" he murmured, suddenly starting to set up a camp, noticing that the companions had begun to head straight towards him.
Back in the Spine of the World, Kessel had discovered, unfortunately, the powerful Crenshinibon, and had raised the tower, Cryshal-Tirith, and had only scratched the surface of the legendary artifact's power.
After climbing high into the Spine of the World, the weak apprentice "wizard", Akar Kessel, found himself in a slight bowl, his eyes unable to leave the very center of it. As he found his way down, he grew warmer, as if there were something he needed to find, something calling out to him, from down below, in the snow. The object waiting for him, was Crenshinibon, the legendary Crystal Shard. Awaiting however, in our own world, was a pair of young people, who, unbeknownst to them, would save the settlement of Ten- Towns, or destroy it as instruments of Kessel.
The now cities that were once known as Ten-Towns, a haven for rogues and outcasts all the way from Luskan and Waterdeep, had grown considerably in the five years since the failed barbarian invasion lead by kings Heafstaag and Beorg, making it a famous place, thanks to the powerful defense put up by the drow ranger, Drizzt Do'Urden, the mighty dwarf, Bruenor Battlehamer, and the courageous spokesman, especially Agorwal of Termalaine.
Sitting on the steps of the city's library, waiting for his partner in the school project, Melfice de' Eladamari waited, his fingers adeptly dancing across the long flute at his lips, the melody of it attracting a bit of attention, but nothing cruel, merely the rapture that comes from great music. Keeping his shining blue eyes moving around the milling crowds, he finally spotted his partner, running her way up to him. "Hey, Melfice! Hey!" yelled his partner, smiling up at him. "Hello Mona, glad you're here". "I'm sorry I'm so late, I had a little trouble finding my way here" explained Mona Delores, one of Melfice' greatest friends, a smiling young blond woman. "Don't worry, I just arrived here myself a few minutes ago" Melfice explained in the strange lilting accent of some strange ethnicity "So, shall we get to the project?" "Of course, come on, let's go!" However, as they dashed up the stairs, heading for the library, a strange aura came over the area, every person freezing in place, except for the two friends, each looking around for some explanation to the cause.
Far away, on the tundra of Icewind Dale, Drizzt Do'Urden, his white hair flowing in the breeze, watched the portal open, as it dumped out the two young people from our own world, leaving them stranded in the far north. "So, some new people come to Icewind Dale" the drow muttered to himself, watching intently as both of them stood up, the hair of both blowing in the wind, the blond hair of the young woman, and the strangely white hair of the young man. "So, another drow has come to Icewind Dale, and that woman seems to have some elven blood in her" he murmured, suddenly starting to set up a camp, noticing that the companions had begun to head straight towards him.
Back in the Spine of the World, Kessel had discovered, unfortunately, the powerful Crenshinibon, and had raised the tower, Cryshal-Tirith, and had only scratched the surface of the legendary artifact's power.