Post by Art Teach on May 5, 2018 7:14:13 GMT -6
You stand on the deck of the Gilded Trophy. It is winter, and fog has frozen vast swathes of the Moonsea.
Some of you are soldiers pledged to a lord, others have been summoned by your factions, most are mercenaries and adventurers lured by the promise of great wealth that has doomed so many who enter the cursed city of Phlan. Over it's history the city has been lost to dragon runs, Zhent domination, undead hordes, and demons. Currently the Cult of the Dragon has taken the city and cast out the citizens and former Zhent masters. The Nethril allowed them to hold dominance as long they pledged obedience. Now the Nethril have fallen, and the old noble families of Phlan see this as a chance to reclaim what was their birthright. As all good noble do, they have assembled the common folk to do the dirty work.
You have set sail with a hundred other ships to reclaim Phlan from the Cult of the Dragon! Knight Commander Jhessail Greycastle addresses the alliance from the ship's upper deck. "I remember the day the dragon cult took our town. When that green bastard tore the roof from Valjevo Castle, and its cultists crawled like vermin from the sewers. My knights failed Phlan that day. It was you who saved those refugees, and led them on their long journey to Mulmaster! "We've licked our wounds too long! Winter has come, and these mists can work in our favor. The dragon has fortified the roads into Phlan, but won't be expecting a night attack from the frozen sea. It's time to take back what is ours!
"We attack with three goals! We will cross the ice on sleighs to liberate the harbor, set a base of operations, and then clear the streets! The eagle company will secure the skies on griffons! We will take our way to Valjevo Castle to slay the dragon! "The Cult of the Dragon is finished. Together, let us be the hammer that seals their coffin forever!"
The soldiers of Phlan and the Alliance cheer. The others just hunker down against the cold and await the day they rush to death or a chance at riches.
Some of you are soldiers pledged to a lord, others have been summoned by your factions, most are mercenaries and adventurers lured by the promise of great wealth that has doomed so many who enter the cursed city of Phlan. Over it's history the city has been lost to dragon runs, Zhent domination, undead hordes, and demons. Currently the Cult of the Dragon has taken the city and cast out the citizens and former Zhent masters. The Nethril allowed them to hold dominance as long they pledged obedience. Now the Nethril have fallen, and the old noble families of Phlan see this as a chance to reclaim what was their birthright. As all good noble do, they have assembled the common folk to do the dirty work.
You have set sail with a hundred other ships to reclaim Phlan from the Cult of the Dragon! Knight Commander Jhessail Greycastle addresses the alliance from the ship's upper deck. "I remember the day the dragon cult took our town. When that green bastard tore the roof from Valjevo Castle, and its cultists crawled like vermin from the sewers. My knights failed Phlan that day. It was you who saved those refugees, and led them on their long journey to Mulmaster! "We've licked our wounds too long! Winter has come, and these mists can work in our favor. The dragon has fortified the roads into Phlan, but won't be expecting a night attack from the frozen sea. It's time to take back what is ours!
"We attack with three goals! We will cross the ice on sleighs to liberate the harbor, set a base of operations, and then clear the streets! The eagle company will secure the skies on griffons! We will take our way to Valjevo Castle to slay the dragon! "The Cult of the Dragon is finished. Together, let us be the hammer that seals their coffin forever!"
The soldiers of Phlan and the Alliance cheer. The others just hunker down against the cold and await the day they rush to death or a chance at riches.