The Tale of Wintergrasp

A small change in Wintergrasp

The sleepy thorp of Wintergrasp remained much as it had been over the centuries. The changes in the world around them had gone unnoticed in this small trapping community. Tales of family glories and hardships were passed from father to son, while the names changed the stories, much like their community, remained the same. This fall began much as they had in the past, but the cold winds of the north descended upon Wintergrasp much earlier than usual and brought with them an unexpected change.

The trade route the wound through the dense forests of the north had always attracted bandits and highwaymen, seeking to take for themselves the valuable furs coming from Wintergrasp. This fall, however, saw their numbers dwindle and, as if by an act of the gods, they vanished in the icy winds. The news was welcomed by the people of Wintergrasp, but those who had seen many winters before feared this was an omen. Those to whom the town been prey were now prey themselves, where would this leave the good people of Wintergrasp?

On the lonely road, three men marched north to Wintergrasp, following rumors of strange goings on in the lands to the north. Two Gnomes, a Dwarf and his turtle companion were set upon by the ad hoc town guard, hunters who swore to protect the town from that which threatened it. Under the watchful eye of the guard, they were escorted into town where they met Carlos Coppertop.

Reluctant to speak of the threats the town faced, Carlos tried to keep secret the excess shipments of provisions he’d been receiving, but he could not stand up to the scrutiny of the band of adventurers. He hinted that the shipments were not intended for the town, but that they were being left in the woods north of Wintergrasp. Careful not to be observed, Carlos sketched a crude map showing where the provisions were being left and on the back of the parchment a symbol.

This symbol led the group to a small church, new to the town. It was here that they discovered the first to lead this covenant disappeared, leaving only his disciple to lead the congregation…

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When The Drow Breaks

“Odd that such a small town should need so many supplies…” Commented a raspy voice. Its owner loaded the last crate of provisions onto the small cart destined for Wintergrasp.

A shadowy figure, on a quest to investigate the rumors coming from the north, sought out this supplier in order to learn the details behind these shipments. After searching the merchant’s home and business he found a reference to a dwarf in Wintergrasp, Carlos Coppertop, along with a manifest of the supplies already sent. Seeking to confront the dwarf, the cloaked man slipped into the cart amongst the supplies as it set off on its long journey north.

Shortly before the stranger’s arrival, a small group had come to town seeking to investigate the mysterious shipments and rumors of the northern woods. Their search led them to the Temple of Auril where they learned her cleric had recently gone missing.

Having gathered in Carlos’ Place, the two parties decided to pool their resources and investigate together the enigmatic events. They set forth from Wintergrasp to the location on the map Carlos gave them and waited for whoever, or whatever, had been coercing the dwarf to supply them. Hours passed while the group laid in wait, it wasn’t until nightfall that their quarry arrived. A pair of dusky humanoids approached and began to offload the supplies. When the rogue moved in to trail them, they were alerted to presence. They sent word back for reinforcements and began their attack.

After a brief skirmish, they killed one and subdued the other. He revealed the location of their camp before being knocked out and left on the cart. Nearly an hour into their trek to the drow’s lair, they heard the reinforcements approaching and quickly ducked off the trail to hide among the undergrowth. Seizing this opportunity, the party attacked the, now largely empty, underground lair where the supplies were being stored.

When the reached the grandest chamber of this cave-like structure, they found a temple to Auril. Standing before it praying was a drow sorcerer. After the battle, when the drow fell to the Turtle Master, a powerful illusion broke, revealing that the dark elf they vanquished was, in fact a human. He had been transfigured to gain the allegiance of the drow for the upcoming battle.

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