26 H’rarmont (19h00)
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As you just start to leave, you hear a loud slam as a man brings his mug down hard on the table, sloshing ale across its surface. A man leans far too close to the young waitress Angelica, who stiffens and shifts uncomfortably.
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"I heard it from Joth the trader—he said a village out west was burned to the ground. Said the sky was full of wings and fire! And now the bloody Knights of Solamnia come beggin’ for help? Ha!"
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He shakes his head, waving a finger in lazy circles as if addressing the whole inn.
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Man:
"Where’ve they been, eh? Hidin’ in their keeps while we dealt with raiders, plagues, and bad winters. Now they crawl out of the ruins of their glory, askin’ us to fight their battles. Well That’s rich!"
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Angelica glances toward the bar nervously, trying to step back, but the man reaches to stop her—not roughly, just enough to make her flinch.
​​Angelica:
"Please, Mister Marrick … I have other tables to serve."
Marrick (raising his voice):
"Dragons, they say! Dragon-men! Next they'll tell us the gods are back too! It’s all smoke and shadow, I say. Fear makes fools of us all…"
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At that moment, the innkeeper, emerges from behind the bar with a towel slung over his shoulder.
Innkeeper:
" Marrick let the girl go. Take your ale and sit, or take your mouth and leave."
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Marrick snorts, grumbles something unintelligible, and slouches back in his seat, muttering about knights and fools.
The Forge - Theros...
The ringing of hammer on steel echoes through the narrow street as you approach the forge.
The acrid scent of coal smoke and hot metal clings to the air. The shop itself is modest, but well-kept—its open doors revealing a muscular figure hunched over an anvil, sparks flying with each rhythmic strike.
As you enter, the figure glances up, brushing soot from his brow.
Theros: "...Well I'll be damned."
(He sets his hammer down on the anvil, his eyes widening with recognition.)
"I never expected to see you lot here, not after we parted ways in Qualinost. What’s it been—two, three moons?
(He approaches, offering a firm handshake to all and says to Heimdall, "I don't know you but, welcome. Tyvar nice to see you again.."
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Theros: "You’ve all been busy, But you came to the right place if you're needing steel. Or—" (he lowers his voice slightly) "—something… more particular."
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Theros: "We’ve been keeping busy. Laurana and I made our way here from Ergoth—safer to work in secret, and this city’s not on anyone’s map worth burning."
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(He looks around, as if remembering something.)
Theros: "...Oh Wait, ?"
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(He pauses mid-sentence, then snaps his fingers in realization.)
"I almost forgot—Elistan! He’s in the back room. (He turns and calls over his shoulder.)
Theros: "Elistan! We’ve got visitors you’ll want to see!"
At Theros’s call, there’s a moment of silence from the rear chamber—then the gentle scrape of a wooden chair against the stone floor. Footsteps approach…
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From a side doorway, a tall man in simple white robes appears. His silver hair is neatly combed, and a well-worn medallion of Paladine hangs at his chest. His expression is calm—curious, even—until his eyes fall upon the group.
They widen with sudden recognition. Elistan: "...By the gods... You’re them."
(He takes a step closer, emotion swelling in his voice.)
Elistan: "I’ve heard stories—tales whispered through Southern Ergoth and shouted in Palanthas. Of heroes who stood before dragons... who crossed the Icewall itself... but I didn’t know I would meet you." (He bows his head respectfully, one hand over his heart.)
Elistan: He looks at Tyvar and : "I am Elistan, servant of Paladine...
LAURANA'S CAUTION AND REVELATION
As Elistan finishes speaking, you notice Laurana standing just behind you, her arms crossed. She steps forward—but before a single word is spoken, she raises a hand.
Laurana: "ahh, Theros. Shut the doors, bar the windows." (There’s no panic in her voice—just the hardened edge of a leader who’s learned to trust nothing but caution)
Theros nods without question. You hear the creak of hinges and the click of latches being fastened as he moves around the room.
When the forge is sealed tight and the sounds of the outside world have faded to distant murmurs, Laurana turns back to you, her tone measured but urgent.
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Laurana: "We’ve been working in secret since we left Ergoth. The world believes we’re still refugees, scattered and defeated. Let them believe it—for now."
Laurana: "Theros discovered something... something buried beneath the old Temple of Huma Dragonbane, beneath Castle Eastwatch. Ancient knowledge. Lost for centuries."
Theros : "The secrets of the dragonlances. Diagrams. Rituals. Instructions inscribed in stone. Most folk think only the knights knew how to forge them... but the truth was hidden, protected." (He lifts his left arm—removes his long gloves. the gleaming silver prosthetic catching the forge-light.)
Theros: "This—the Silver Arm of Ergoth—is key to channeling the power needed. With it, I can forge the lesser dragonlances. Strong, true, and harmfull to dragons."
Theros: "But when it is combined with the Hammer of Kharas... then we can forge the greater dragonlances, much more powerfull. Weapons worthy of legends. Weapons that can turn the tide."
Elistan (quietly, almost to himself): "The gods move in ways we barely understand"
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Laurana: "And now, with your arrival... you’ve been to Thorbardin, we heard you recovered of the Hammer, we no longer have to wait."
THE SECRET ROOM – DRAGONLANCES REVEALED
Theros gives Laurana a subtle nod, then turns to you with a knowing look.
Theros: "Come. There's something you need to see."
(He walks to the back of the forge, to what appears to be a plain stack of crates and tools. With a practiced motion, he slides aside a false wall behind the storage rack, revealing a narrow room. The passage opens into a vaulted chamber at the back of the forge. A table holds a few scattered tools, but your attention is immediately drawn to a wooden table where gleaming weapons are displayed.
Sleek and deadly, each lesser dragonlance bears a smooth oak and steel shaft with a silvered point, etched with runes that shimmer faintly in the dim light.
Theros (stepping beside them): "Four lesser lances. Forged in secret. Tempered with the silver arm and blessed by Paladine through Elistan’s prayers. They will hold against any dragon they strike."
(He then gestures to a separate workbench draped with a heavy cloth. With a deep breath, he pulls the cloth away.)
Beneath lies a longer, broader lance—its shaft reinforced with a silver and wrapped in cured dragonmetal. The craftsmanship is breathtaking—but you can sense something is missing.
Theros : "This is a greater dragonlance. Its frame is perfect—built exactly as the ancient texts describe. But without the Hammer of Kharas, it lacks the divine resonance that gives it its true power. Right now… it’s little more than a beautifully forged Lesser Dragonlance."
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Theros: “If I have the Hammer, I will finish it. With it, we can make more—many more. And then perhaps... we’ll have a fighting chance."
Elistan (softly, with conviction): "Paladine walks with us. But it is your courage, that must carry the weight of destiny. Only you can convince the dwarves to let us wield the Hammer."
Laurana: "Elistan speaks true. We’ve come this far—but without the Hammer of Kharas, we cannot finish what we’ve begun."
Laurana: "You’ve already faced dangers no others would dare, and I wouldn’t ask this of you lightly. But the hammer is more than a relic. It is hope—for all of us."
(She pauses, her voice softening, tinged with something personal.)
Laurana: "The dwarves of Thorbardin guard it jealously. They see it as a symbol of their unity, their history.
But they must come to understand—if we fall to the Dragonarmies, their mountains will not protect them. No wall will stand against dragons forever." (She steps closer, her hand resting briefly on the unfinished dragonlance.)
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"I need you to go to Thorbardin. Speak to the Council of the Thanes. Show them that we are not here to take, but to save. Convince them to lend us the hammer... before it’s too late."
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Le Nordais suggests that we forge the dragonlances in Thorbardin, with the hammer and the silver arm of Ergoth. The dwarves would be more open to keep the hammer in the kingdom. Heimdall explains that they can travel using a teleoprtation circle. Elistan is very interested in this spell.
Elistan recalls reading about a sigil here in Ryn. This will ease travel to and from Thorbardin and Ryn. Ryn being in close proximity of the High Clerist tower, it will be easier to transport the newly forged dragonlances.
The sigil would seem to be somewhere in
the lower level of the temple of Paladine.
Elistan escorts the group there.
They encounter a vile creature that seemed to be
guarding the sigil.
After its defete, the group heads back to the
forge for the night.
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Departure back to Thorbardin next moring.
