Our campaign’s 1st adventure including Nym Moondown, Torn, Artash, Argent and Dumiel.
As recollected by Nym:
Nym smiled for a moment thinking of all the inns he had visited between here and his
homeland Cormanthor. Had it already been a year since he emerged from the forest and
joined a caravan out of Daggerdale across the Anauroch desert? How many inns had
he stayed in that time? The best ale had been at Ruoyna’s Den the isolated inn north of
Doryn on the Longsaddle road. Nym still remembered the proprietor of the inn, a giant of
a man who went by the name Bear.
It wasn’t long after Nym had left that inn that, he was gifted the sword he was oiling
now. Indeed the Dwarves of the Vision Peaks copper mine had been generous with
their rewards. Nym had helped the Dwarves to over-come their captor, the Drow Cleric
Da’treaal. In addition to this fine masterwork blade, the Dwarves of Vision Peaks had
helped Nym practice his Dwarven. Nym had always been taught that Dwarves were
unruly, surly, and downright un-hospitable. But, he felt differently now. At least he did
toward his new friends.
Nym finished polishing the sword and then opened up the magical sack sitting at his
feet and proceeded to dropped both the stone and the oil cloth inside. He didn’t worry
about finding the items easily again. The magic of the bag was such that if you desired
an item inside the bag, it would somehow always be near the top. But, the real marvel of
this wondrous piece of equipment was how much the sack could hold! Nym had heard
of items such as this when he was still a boy in Cormanthor. In fact his sister possessed a
quiver that could hold many more arrows then it should have.
Thoughts of his sister caused Nym’s face to darken. Some passersby noticed his
displeasure and they quickened their step as they passed by Nym. Nym sighed heavily
and tried to push thoughts of his sister and family far away.
Instead he mused on the magical sack and it’s former owner. Krista Ferns was a bandit
leader that operated out of the small stand of trees known as the “wailing woods.” Nym
and his party had captured her after a vicious battle a couple of days before the Kobold
Akara, led his fellow adventures to the oppressed Dwarves in the Vision Peaks. Dumiel,
Torn, Torn’s brother and Nym had gotten lucky to escape that ambush; much less
capture the leader alive! It was still a sore point that the Longsaddle Militia had let Krista
escape after his group had turned them over to them. Nym shook his head in regret, you
couldn’t control others’ incompetence, the best you could do was bare your own blade for
justice and equality.