Moat House Gold

There is a fog settling on the Sword Coast and Moat House Gold is mired in the thick of the murk as we continue on to Baldur’s Gate with the Tiamat cult ledger. Though many foul beast stand in our way. No pack for roaming dragon dogs, nor conspiracy of ravens can frighten us away. Not even a covenant of treacherous hags who trick Erasmuse and Stebe into believing in false cries of help from the great dwarven warrior Onthar. Born of Tempus’ flame and under the protection of Shar’s darkness I, The Burnt Lich Knight, Edward Steward will prove to be the most hideous monster among the mist. Whether I must clash steel to steel with strange soldiers or face down black magic with my own I will achieve Wulf’s request to raise an army from the Lord’s Alliance to crush the hordes Tiamat followers.

May the light of Eldath illuminate Moat House Gold’s path in this darkest of nights while we travel to Baldur’s Gate with Wulf, Son of Wulf, Son of the Wildness’ tome in hopes of saving countless innocent souls. Even though we were well met by the Dwarven Knight of the Gauntlet, Onthar, darkness still followed us as Edward announced himself to be The Burnt Lich Knight. A name which carried a sinister omen. As Tiamat followers attacked us in the middle of the night Edward’s sudden use of magic is suspicious inflicting the same wounds that scar his own flesh. I often wonder if my own path could have lead me to the same descent into madness as Edward or thirst for revenge as Stebe. Eldath’s light lead me, Erasmuse, to savior and I am determined to bring that light to others adrift soul even if means chasing down the pitch black night.

May the light of Eldath illuminate Moat House Gold’s path in this darkest of nights while we travel to Baldur’s Gate with Wulf, Son of Wulf, Son of the Wildness’ tome in hopes of saving countless innocent souls. Even though we were well met by the Dwarven Knight of the Gauntlet, Onthar, darkness still followed us as Edward announced himself to be The Burnt Lich Knight. A name which carried a sinister omen. As Tiamot followers attacked us in the middle of the night Edward’s sudden use of magic is suspicious inflicting the same wounds that scar his own flesh. I often wonder if my own path could have lead me to the same descent into madness as Edward or thirst for revenge as Stebe. Eldath’s light lead me, Erasmuse, to savior and I am determined to bring that light to others adrift soul even if means chasing down the pitch black night.

Moat House Gold has after I Wulf, Son of Wulf, Son of the Wilderness come to their rescue. Now they are on their own as they return to Greenist.

A den can be a sanctuary where one can warm their weary bones among the hearth, much like our own Wulf’s Den, but Moat House Gold has found themselves in a very different kind of den. A DEN OF EVIL! Enticed by the beating of drums our adventures crept down a twisting staircase to be confronted by the haunting figures of Scionwrath and Yazmine. Hiding in the shadows Edward loosed the first arrow piercing Yazmine thereby beginning the ritual combat with Scionwrath. As the two hideous beast traded blow for blow, it was only Stebe’s empowering voice that spurred Edward onto victory, shattering Scionwrath blade in the fever pitch of battle. Yazmine’s screeching ceased, along with the battering of drums as she fled from Ersamus’ attack. I Wulf, Son of Wulf, Son of the Wilderness have been shown little mercy in this world. Now in defeat Scionwrath pleads for this rarest of gifts. Will Moat House Gold find compassion in their hearts or will they use this opportunity to draw blood from stone.

As Moat House Gold delves deeper into this insidious cave, each finds themselves losing their way. Why did they ever come to such a wretched places as this one. I, Wulf, Son of Wulf, Son of the Wilderness have no doubt they will soon be reminded in the most unearthly way.

The unknown is now realized by Moat House Gold as they are forced deeper into the cave. Has Stebe lost his nerves among the fields of mushrooms or has Erathmus lost his faith in a swarm of bats. These horror seem far too familiar to Edward, conjuring fearful memories from his past. Cornered our adventurers are filled with dread and regret. I Wulf, Son of Wulf, Son of the Wilderness have survived many similar dark moments and I have no doubt that Moat House Gold will prevail in the face of impending doom.

I Wulf, Son of Wulf, Son of the Wilderness am well acquainted with caves, ever grateful for the shelter during the most severe of deluge. Though home for hermit and beast alike caves are a portal to the unknown. Moat House Gold stands before an egress ignorant of what dangers lay beneath the crescent hill. With fresh blood still dripping from their hands they plunge themselves into the darkness in search for more.

I Wulf, Son of Wulf, Son of the Wilderness am well acquainted with caves, ever grateful for the shelter during the most severe of deluge. Though home for hermit and beast alike caves are a portal to the unknown. Moat House Gold stands before an egress ignorant of what dangers lay beneath the crescent hill. With fresh blood still dripping from their hands they plunge themselves into the darkness in search for more.

Sleep is the cousin of  death, and dreams are our nightly eulogy that are the external judgements from within ourselves. As Moat House Gold rests in a deep sleep, a mysterious door awaits them in the damp cellar of the Greenist keep. What lies behind that door is a future of strife, and hardship but most of all adventure. I Wulf son of Wulf son of the Wilderness know this life well, but the struggle is worth the few moments of glory.

When Moat House Gold entered the gates of the Greenist keep they left behind any hopes of a common life. Edward slinging arrows in a futile effort to defeat a blue dragon, Erasmus tending to the victims of the Tiamat attack, and even Stebe could not escape his fate as he attempted escaping the keep, instead finding himself facing down a phalanx of blades.

Heros often arise from nothing as was the case with Simon the Hunter who sacrificed his life in a battle with (dragon man’s name), and though Simon lost his head that day he saved the town of Greenist for the moment. With the image of Simon’s demise etched into their minds Moat House Gold experiences prophetic dreams of what will come before they walk through that cellar door.