Mysteries of the Nentir Vale

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The minotaur Lord Tangarth of the Seven Pillared Hall, accompanied by Shield, his newly animated Minotaur bronze warder met with Master Duggin of the Glintshield clan and Scroopel, the goblin hero of Harkenwald in the cozy little halfling tavern. Having made their plans, they head down the Road of Lanterns on towards Fallcrest. Midway down the long corridor, illuminated dimly from copper lanterns with leering demon statues surveying their passage, they were ambushed by screeching bats, magic missiles and Maglorous – a bitter Mage of Saruun who sought vengeance from the minotaurs stealing his abode. He announced he was now seeking residence in the Well of Demons and had found new friends with Demogorgon. Black shadowy tentacles rose from his robes as he commanded his minions to attack. With the protection of Shield and the healing powers of the cleric Duggin they were able to drive the mages back into the labyrinth but they dared not follow as they had expended most of their energy staying alive. Going at a slow pace the last quarter mile to the Minotaur’s Gate, they were met with the thunder and lightning that is ever-present around Thunderspire Mountain. As the lightning illuminated the clouds, they spied vile, aberrant creatures lurking there. Cephilopoid, bat-winged flying horrors stretched out their tentacles to feed on them. Their horrid telepathic calls urged the group forward as a demonic cloaker attacked them from the rear. Duggin called out to the Lord who Crawls and chains whipped out from another dimension, binding the huge Mooncow Sire. Scroopel danced between their enormous grasp and cut bits of tentacles as he raced between them. The cloaker wrapped the dwarf up in a tight little package and when they finally freed him, he was quite blue from lack of air. The creature fled back to the far realm as this meat had too many barbs for their taste.

Fortunately the rest of the trip to Fallcrest was not as exciting for the group. Reaching the gates at night, a sleepy Captain of the Watch Toby directed them to the nearest Inn and told them he would prepare a meeting with the Lord Warden Faren Malkelhay in the morning.
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“You have helped Fallcrest and the Nentir Vale numerous times my friends.” The Lord Warden says fondly as he welcomes you into his meeting chamber. You see a picture of some arrogant looking knight on the wall, a pair of magical gauntlets, and a small urn lie in front of it. The name plate reads: In loving memory of Sir Otto Kamroth of Fallcrest, protector of Fallcrest and hero of the Black Phoenix Pass. Clearing his throat the Lord Warden offers you chairs and continues; “Now I fear a new threat is descending upon Fallcrest and the surrounding lands. I ask you noble gentlemen to help us fend off this ever-encroaching darkness.”

The Captain of the guard steps forward at the behest of the Lord Warden. He bows slightly to you and says, “Someone or something has aroused the giants of the Stonemarch and the lands beyond. From our reports there is said to be an army of these terrible creature preparing to march. If these reports are true they will easily sweep over Winterhaven on their way towards Fallcrest.”

“You must discover and stop the cause of this act of war!” The Lord Warden says, “You must find a way to stop these gaints before Fallcrest and the entire Vale are overrun and destroyed.”

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We have arranged a grand celebration in the Market Green as we send you off to save us once again. The head of the city of Fallcrest wish to bestow their well wishes and gifts that will hopefully help you to overcome this giant threat. Toby dressed in a new suit of shiny armor led the procession out from the Moonstone Keep – the old castle standing on the upper hill of Fallcrest. Knights mounted carried banners on their lances and people cheered the heroes as they made their way through hightown and the city walls. Children ran in front to get a glimpse of the little goblin hero who was barely their height, the strange bronze warder waving stiffly to the crowd, the stern faced dwarf and snorting minotaur. Woman waved handkerchiefs from open windows and men gave up hearty cheers as they passed.

At the market Green vender stands were arranged as high seating from the champions and a podium was erected where personages of Fallcrest came to give their blessings on the group.

First came the High Priestess Dirina Mornbrow. Dirina a woman of about sixty who started it off with a prayer to Erathis. She blessed the champions and presented them with a pair of magical Winged Boots.

Then the high pitched small folk began to cheer louder as Selarund a Halfling Trader began his speech- “A nail ain’t afraid of a hammer with no handle! And so ain’t a giant if ya don’t have a proper weapon! He bestows the heroes a mighty +3 giantslayer Shortsword.

A young tiefling Amara Azaer gave a short speech on the importance of the trade route and how lately with the Salt Merchants driving out the Brigands from the South as she put it, along with the opening of the Black Phoenix Pass and Trade routes to Thunderspire the Azaer business had prospered and she presented the group with rogue gloves.

A cool and reserved Lady Allande Markelhay spoke how thankful she was of the champions and like the champions of the past they were relying on them to save them from the giant threat with a tear in her eye she handed the group the pair of bracers they had seen earlier in the Castle – Sir Otto’s Parry Gauntlets.

Finally with a grand send-off Faren Markelhay spoke of the new arrangements he had made with Targarth the leader of the Seven Pillared Hall and spoke of the prosperity that this treaty would have on the Nentir Vale. How Tangarth himself was meeting this threat in person was a testament to his personage and honor of his heritage and peoples. He presented him with gifts that were once minotaur treasures a Horned Helm and grizzly gauntlets.

Accompanied by 10 knights of Fallcrest the adventures left the fair city of Fallcrest with cheers and the blowing of horns

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The wind in your face is cool and comfortable. The road beneath your feet is level. An occasional ancient cobblestone peeks through the dirt road, indicating decades of neglect. You notice prints leading up and down the road, many of which were made by horses and humanoids.

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The rutted King’s Road leads to the foot of a broad hill that holds the walled village of Winterhaven. The village is nestled in the southern foothills of the Cairngorm Peaks. The walls are weathered stone topped by defensive palisades. Small thatched homes stand around Winterhaven, each fronting a small piece of farmland or pasture. Beyond the farms to the west and south lie dark woods, and to the north, tall mountain peaks.

The small fields around the walled heart of Winterhaven seem strangely empty. Inside the walls, the few villagers you see walking around appear nervous, pausing to give furtive glances before darting away.

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Scroopel trotted along the cobblestone, occasionally turning his head to look at Shield. He didn’t quite get it. Was it a monster or was it a man? The goblin shrugged, silently. As long as he could pound rhythms into the thing’s head, that was good enough for him. That Tangarth guy was nothing like his old master. This bull was always cranky and dour.

He looked toward the dwarf, Duggin. Yep, not much going on there.

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After a long weary travel the adventures retreat to the spacious inn and tavern, Wrafton’s Inn. Where they are met by the town’s Lord Padraig. This older man has a drooping white moustache and greets the heroes gaily “Welcome my lords you have been expected – I hope your journey from Fallcrest was uneventful. I must say these giants vex me sorely and your presence here is a comfort and joy!.”

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Duggin greets Lord Padraig, though much less gaily, “Lord Padraig, nice to see you as well, we are glad to help out where we can. How goes the preparations? Is there a place for the women and wee-folk to hide in the event that the Giants strike?”

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“Though it hasn’t happened in a couple of years, on occasion Winterhaven comes under attack from bands of goblins, kobolds, or even gnolls. When such an event happens, the villagers seek refuge inside the walled keep and subsist on the supplies of water, flour, and other basic foodstuffs stored in the storehouse there” He points to a couple of large sturdy buildings on the other side of the Inner Gate. “We are a sturdy self-sufficient folk.” Lord Padraig says with some pride. “But we sure do appreciate you ‘ll comin’ to our aid!”

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The Lord explains that due to the ominous threat the outlaying farmers have taken refuge in the city. They have been working diligently to ensure Winterhaven siege supplies are ready. As the group prepares to leave he extends an invitation to the people of Timbervale to share the protection of Winterhaven till the giants are dealt with.

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