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Mists Take You

It was a case of being in the wrong case at the worst of times. All of you were hired on in a caravan going from Ten Towns, in the far North of the Forgotten Realms. Your destination was Waterdeep. Where the Amnian merchant planned to sell the dwarven wares he had purchased. At least this was the initial intent as you and your fellow adventurers left that morning.


A stop in Nesme was required to gather inexpensive feed for the horses and grain for the trail. Your group had been given an hour to gather things you need and report back to the caravan Nabur'Ta Del did not like to be kept waiting.

As the end of your leave approached you all found yourself back at the caravan only there was a little old lady begging Nabur'Ta Del. "Please, I must get to Silverymoon" her tone was frantic. "My son, is ill, I have only a few copper pieces."

"You bring nothing to the caravan." Nabur answered her with a sneer. "you are old, fragile, a good wind would knock you over." he intoned and it was with a certain arrogance that rubbed many the wrong way.

The woman wept pitifully.

"Cruel, arrogant man." she sniffled as she drew her shawl over her frail little body. "This is all I have." a shaking hand help up showed the well embroidered but frayed purse, with a few copper pieces.

"The price is a gold, woman I give no one else such treatment."

She slumped defeated and whispered to him "Mists take you." at this point at least on of your party, covered the gold for the woman having arrived to hear it all.

Nabur took the coin and laughed at you "Foolish, that's more than a day's wages you won't see again." it did not stop him from pocketing it. Nabur pointed to one of the wagons. "She can ride in the wagon with the rugs." it was the only kindness he showed her. "She must feed herself, and warm herself. Stay from my fire." with that and an arrogant tilt of his head he returned to the front of the caravan. Shouting out instructions as he did.

You learned the woman's name was Esma, and she was going to check on he son Radu.Who had caught a fever and sent a letter to her saying he needed her. She sold what very little she owned, she had worked at a tavern as a cook. She lived in the Inn and was given a small wage to get clothing and food. You learn she is an exceptional cook, she can tend a fire, and what she has to cook or is given is delicious. She spent a lifetime doing this.

A day outside of Silverymoon, your group was attacked by a troll, something large and viscous without care for horse, man or equipment. It tore a path through the camp, killing many of the other guards, and wounding several of the travelers. Esma, stayed with your group, trembling but capable.

A young man joined in with the combat from Silverymoon. A young man dressed in the Silvery colors of Silvermoon, turned out to be her son Radu, someone kindly had used sending for her. He had come to meet his mother, though his swing was off a bit, and he looked road weary, he did what he could to help, as the troll was felled for the time, it would need to be burned.

A mist began to rise up, around the caravan, around the people. During the time on the road Esma has tried to pay your kindness back for what you had done for her, and she crafted each of you a little coin purse with a poppet for "good luck" she looked to you and motioned you near her. "Hold fast my children, stay close. Do not lose your purses"  she added seriously.

The next day, all the watch found was dead bodies and signs of what had once been a caravan, the majority of it missing. Horses grazing nearby there was no sign of Nabur anywhere.

The group awoke from the spots on the ground where they appeared. the only part of the caravan with them was their own horses, and one of the caravans, the only wagons was the two that had been nearby. A wagon of rugs and house wares, and wagon of dwarven items.

Esma and Radu gently awaken each of you.

"It was never my intent for harm to befall you." she said to them as she motions for Radu to tend the horses. "That curse was for Nabur." she spits on the ground. "You my children were caught up in it, but I have protected you." she indicates her gifted bags. "Come, we must find shelter we are no longer where we once were, and this place is unkind to all."

"I am sure you have questions, you can ask as we travel."