Re: Role Call
The bare bones of things seem tobe as follows:
A large horde or montrous humanoids is rampaging across the Silver Marches (wow, colour me stunned). IN consequence of which, several of us, myself included, were captured by the uncooh creatures, onl;y to be rescued by the other members of the party. FOllowing that rescue, which also involved the slaughter of dozens of goblin minions, a contingent of Silverymoon's famous Knights in Silver showed up to congratulate us and salve our wounds. They also informed us that travel into SIlvermoon has been restricted as a security precaution, and that we had best come with them, or we mgiht enver get in, perticularly as the forces of darkness (TM) are lible to be there in a matter of days, if not hours. That, of course, was a problem, because there was a bit of unfinished business to take care of first (see below). Having thus forged mighty bonds of friendship through our shared adversity... or posssibly just realizing that the metaplot would be shot all to hell if we said thanks very much and resolved to go our seperate ways... we have all banded together to accomplish two things. The first thing is to help Calathra with a lycanthropy problem. It is this mission, in which we all resolved to particiapte (and take our chances on being able to get into the city afterwards) which forces us to part company wiht the knights who saved us... or most of them anyway: Mister Blackrin is a Knight himself, and vollunteared to join us and assist our mission on behalf of the city military at the insistance of his commanding officer. Apparently (I don't know the details of this, but there seems to ahve been a previous encounter in which the veteran members of the party participated) she was infected with Lycanthropy by a where-creature named Oliver, and must now slay him before the rising of the next full moon in order to avoid being afflicted. Also, I have the impression he's rather an evil bastard who deserves to die for purely altruistic reasons. We have tracked Oliver to the farm where he and some of hsi dire-rat minions are hold up. We are, in point of fact, in the midst of combat with him. The plan is to kill him, take his stuff (naturally), and return with all possible haste to the viscinity of SIlverymoon, and hope that we can either sneek in, or that one of us will have sufficient status and/or savvy to talk us past the guards and their "admit none" orders.