"In The Beginning."
The City of Baldur's Gate, the largest on the Sword Coast, is usually a peaceful one. Recently, however, the small criminal population has risen in both size and activity and a new wave of crime is beginning to overrun the city. All hope is not lost, however. A group of adventurers seek to return peace to the thriving metropolis, unaware of what fate has planned for them.
The horse held itself in a state of controlled fury as it was led into the city. It was not a stupid animal, it new that danger lurked in every dank corner of the city and he would sooner be turned into glue than let anything happen to his master.
"Easy Heartfang." The man holding him gave the horse a reassuring pat. "This place may get a little rough so stay ready." He had trained and raised the horse from a colt and now, Heartfang was a magnificent beast that any man would be proud of.
His journey had been long, traveling from as far south as Nashkell, a good five-day ride to Baldur's Gate with few stops between. Between the bandits and gibberlings that prowl the paths between, the man, his horse, and his sword had seen little rest. With a bit of searching he managed to find an inn where sleep would be a pleasant experience, for once.
The Helm and Cloak Inn seemed pleasant enough. At the moment, the main room was empty with the exception of an odd group: A bard, preparing at the stage; a druid at a nearby table who seemed to be nursing an ale but was getting nowhere; and then an odd couple at the bar, an illusionist and, if the man wasn't mistaken, a thief. Those seemed to have an air of familiarity about them, though he could not see their faces. He had best find his room and take some rest, he had a feeling that something was to happen that night, and his feelings were usually right.
That night, the man got up, donned his cloak, and left the Inn, leaving his horse in the care of the stable boys for the night. He began searching the night streets for any sign of the four from the Inn, walking down dimly lit streets and alleyways darker than the night. The search did not take long before results were made, a shrill scream cut through the night air from a nearby alley. The man thought he saw someone take to the nearby roofs but could not be sure in the gloom. Making his way to the alley as quickly and cautiously as he could he came upon a sight indeed. Standing over the bodies of two dead men, and before a terrified young woman, was what appeared to be a were-cat. As the man looked on, the cat slowly melted back into a human form, bent down to retrieve something from one of the men, and walked away from the alley. As she exited the alley the man could see it was the Druid from the Inn. The young lady she had left behind promptly fainted.
Before her limp body could hit the ground, the man was there to catch her. The spectacle in the alley was grim indeed. The nearest man seemed to have misplaced his head, perhaps due to the Druid's intervention. The other man, who had found his friends lost cranium, lay on the ground, likewise missing most of his body. The man in the blue cloak sympathized with the unconscious woman he held in his arms and carried her away from the revolting scene. "She will do."
When he finally left the woman in a safe place and returned to the Inn, he found a large crowd waiting for him. He discovered that the focal point of the throng was a room in the Inn that was not far from his. Two members of the City Guard were leading out a man n black with his wrists bound and muttering something about "hamsters" and "miniature gargantuan rodents." Behind them stood the Bard from earlier holding something in her hands. Learning from the crowd the events of the evening the man grinned, "She will as well."
The next day, the man took to the Balduran streets once more. Searching street-to-street and alley-to alley, as well as every dark hole in-between. Yet neither the Thief nor her Mage friend could be found. He was beginning to despair when he found his quarry. It may have been that he could feel them coming, but more than likely it was the shouts and curses flying through the air behind him. Turning he saw the pair fighting their way through the crowd as if a balor was chasing them.
A moment later he discovered the reason behind their haste: A large group of men, most likely the local Thieves' Guild from their dress, were also charging through the crowd. When the man saw the look in their eyes, he thought the balor would have been preferable. He added his own personage to the chase, deciding to follow and see what happened. This could be interesting.
Between the thief's skills and the mage's illusions, the band was not only subdued, but humiliated as well. A rather humorous display.
"I believe I have found the third and fourth I need." Now it was time to act. It was time to reveal himself to the ones who now held no only the fate of Baldur's Gate and the Sword Coast, but all of Fae-run
--Well, that's the first of many chapters that I've written. Ends kind of abruptly don't it? There's actually quite a bit of history to the whole story, if you ask nicely I might tell you. Let me know what you think, or any questions you might have about the story, although plot-wise you may want to wait till about, oh. Chapter 5 I think. That's where it really starts to pick up.
The City of Baldur's Gate, the largest on the Sword Coast, is usually a peaceful one. Recently, however, the small criminal population has risen in both size and activity and a new wave of crime is beginning to overrun the city. All hope is not lost, however. A group of adventurers seek to return peace to the thriving metropolis, unaware of what fate has planned for them.
The horse held itself in a state of controlled fury as it was led into the city. It was not a stupid animal, it new that danger lurked in every dank corner of the city and he would sooner be turned into glue than let anything happen to his master.
"Easy Heartfang." The man holding him gave the horse a reassuring pat. "This place may get a little rough so stay ready." He had trained and raised the horse from a colt and now, Heartfang was a magnificent beast that any man would be proud of.
His journey had been long, traveling from as far south as Nashkell, a good five-day ride to Baldur's Gate with few stops between. Between the bandits and gibberlings that prowl the paths between, the man, his horse, and his sword had seen little rest. With a bit of searching he managed to find an inn where sleep would be a pleasant experience, for once.
The Helm and Cloak Inn seemed pleasant enough. At the moment, the main room was empty with the exception of an odd group: A bard, preparing at the stage; a druid at a nearby table who seemed to be nursing an ale but was getting nowhere; and then an odd couple at the bar, an illusionist and, if the man wasn't mistaken, a thief. Those seemed to have an air of familiarity about them, though he could not see their faces. He had best find his room and take some rest, he had a feeling that something was to happen that night, and his feelings were usually right.
That night, the man got up, donned his cloak, and left the Inn, leaving his horse in the care of the stable boys for the night. He began searching the night streets for any sign of the four from the Inn, walking down dimly lit streets and alleyways darker than the night. The search did not take long before results were made, a shrill scream cut through the night air from a nearby alley. The man thought he saw someone take to the nearby roofs but could not be sure in the gloom. Making his way to the alley as quickly and cautiously as he could he came upon a sight indeed. Standing over the bodies of two dead men, and before a terrified young woman, was what appeared to be a were-cat. As the man looked on, the cat slowly melted back into a human form, bent down to retrieve something from one of the men, and walked away from the alley. As she exited the alley the man could see it was the Druid from the Inn. The young lady she had left behind promptly fainted.
Before her limp body could hit the ground, the man was there to catch her. The spectacle in the alley was grim indeed. The nearest man seemed to have misplaced his head, perhaps due to the Druid's intervention. The other man, who had found his friends lost cranium, lay on the ground, likewise missing most of his body. The man in the blue cloak sympathized with the unconscious woman he held in his arms and carried her away from the revolting scene. "She will do."
When he finally left the woman in a safe place and returned to the Inn, he found a large crowd waiting for him. He discovered that the focal point of the throng was a room in the Inn that was not far from his. Two members of the City Guard were leading out a man n black with his wrists bound and muttering something about "hamsters" and "miniature gargantuan rodents." Behind them stood the Bard from earlier holding something in her hands. Learning from the crowd the events of the evening the man grinned, "She will as well."
The next day, the man took to the Balduran streets once more. Searching street-to-street and alley-to alley, as well as every dark hole in-between. Yet neither the Thief nor her Mage friend could be found. He was beginning to despair when he found his quarry. It may have been that he could feel them coming, but more than likely it was the shouts and curses flying through the air behind him. Turning he saw the pair fighting their way through the crowd as if a balor was chasing them.
A moment later he discovered the reason behind their haste: A large group of men, most likely the local Thieves' Guild from their dress, were also charging through the crowd. When the man saw the look in their eyes, he thought the balor would have been preferable. He added his own personage to the chase, deciding to follow and see what happened. This could be interesting.
Between the thief's skills and the mage's illusions, the band was not only subdued, but humiliated as well. A rather humorous display.
"I believe I have found the third and fourth I need." Now it was time to act. It was time to reveal himself to the ones who now held no only the fate of Baldur's Gate and the Sword Coast, but all of Fae-run
--Well, that's the first of many chapters that I've written. Ends kind of abruptly don't it? There's actually quite a bit of history to the whole story, if you ask nicely I might tell you. Let me know what you think, or any questions you might have about the story, although plot-wise you may want to wait till about, oh. Chapter 5 I think. That's where it really starts to pick up.