Dragons, Cults and Shit

My way or the Trade Way

The re-roll

That was bad. Three dragon eggs was a poor trade for the weird dude and Kanin, if not in the actual monetary sense. Actually, they were quite valueable! But still – the pain of loss. Yeah…

Cain felt spent. There were choices this life required them to make that he did not want to make. After relaying that the threat was gone for now, he none the less announced his intention to stay in Greenest as it’s champion. Let Leosin and his friends deal with the Cult, he could make good work here.

It was not respect in his eyes as he spoke to Stig-Britt alone, but expectation. He asked that the half-elf would make his way to Elturel and tell Leosin what they had found out.

-Oh, and don’t come back to my town again.

Horses had been arranged for four people, which turned out to be just right in a short period of time. Fancy that. At the stables were waiting two men Stig-Britt had not seen before, but they knew who he was. In fact, they claimed, they were similarly occupied with sticking it to the Cult, albeit less dramatically so far. One was a taciturn Harper Rogue called Carter, and the other introduced himself rather more flambyoantly as a friend and song-smith by the nomicer of Nyx Nightshade.

The left together for Elturel. However, there was still one horse left, so on the way they met a half-orc ronin. The wandering man-beast cut the head of some bothersome bandits and introduced himself; Maximus – light sufferer of PTSD and honorful warrior.

A light to follow

No one with an interest in self-preservation travels along the Trade Way with less than ten wagons and twice the guards. This would be the heroes’ chance to follow the treasure to its destination, by hiring on as guards for other wagons.

With the help of the thieves guild and hours of boring stake-outs, the heroes managed to catch the Cult moving their ill-gotten treasure through Baldur’s Gate. The Cult hired wagons at the northern district of Blackgate, and made arrangements with other wagonmasters. The heroes managed to get hired on a wagon each:

Onwards, to Waterdeep

The next day, the wagon-train headed north. Despite running into the odd ambush, the caravan made good progress thanks in no small part to the heroes.


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