The Western Rim - D&D

With the aid of zone of truth and other methods of weeding out shapeshifters, the party has selected and vetted a regency council for the city of Skappsport. Through a formal rite of investiture, the members of the council have all been conferred the rank of lady or lord, regardless of their former rank. The council consists of: Lord Commander Petir Ambrose, head of the city's military forces Lord Steward Osswalt Tallever, head steward of Crawcliff Castle Lady Brytwyn Shinehammer, high-ranking artisan in the city Lady Anzhelinka Gorban, well-educated commoner Lord Odo Vilaz, high-ranking merchant in the city As part of their regency, they have agreed to pay the adventuring party a stipend in exchange for continued protection. Part of this stipend goes toward maintaining a larger force of soldiers and mercenaries to protect the city from its neighbors, as well as the continued maintenance of the castle. The remainder of the stipend amounts to 1400 gp a month, which is kept i...

The Tragedy of Drishyan Composed approximately 2000 years before the Encyclica Drakonica. Given to the party by the hedgehog-fey Nostle. These are the true verses of Saanvi the Poet, sung of the deeds of the mighty Princess Drishyan in mourning and for her glory. To the heirs of her house this song is dedicated. May they uphold her memory. The green salt waves beneath his wing, A battle dragon hardened, clash of arms, Pinioned sweep of bronze and green. In combat locked the nations stand, Upon the fight he feeds, on deeds, delight agleam His song a roar of war, his hoard a treasure Of fallen heroes slain in glory---Exult! Mahana Broad-Chest! Your hour has come. Hero to Men, fly on your great wings Command the battle tide to turn and wash Away the stain of Elven treachery! From land his enemy notes well the turn of battle--- Green-winged foe, terrible beauty of hidden forests, Hungry for the hearts and souls of Elf and Man. Bolor the Cunni...

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