Ha, I wrote the campaign text today. High adventure or soap opera ... which do you think?
The winter of 1374 was one of the coldest The Sword Coast had known for many years. Thunder Bay is covered in a thick layer of snow and work on Dragon Scar will be delayed until late in the spring.
The cold weather reflects your relationships with you party, they have jobs to do and as soon as the quest to save Morag ends, they return to them.
Solace spends her time traveling between Neverwinter and the Tysan household, protecting and developing her father’s business interests. Alan returns to leading the town militia and Harald joins them; their combined skill as fighters keeps Thunder Bay safe and secure. Haralds wife, Moss, announces she is with child during the early new year, Harald’s happiness at the news is almost tangible.
Honour spends her time with Morag or Matthias, researching ways to bring her father back from Kelemvors realm. You see little of her but you are aware that her mental and physical states are in decline.
You see less and less of Ember as the winter draws in. She is focused on her work and family and, with you struggling to find anything meaningful to do with your time, she seems less keen to spend time with you. Your relationship breaks down in the early new year and, while you still remain friends, she keeps her distance. As spring comes to Thunder Bay she gently suggests that the life of the adventurer may be better suited to you, at least until Dragon Scar is completed and you take on the duties of the lord of the manor.
You are also aware that she is becoming very close to Alan Baxter as their work and their common values keep them in each other’s constant company.
You have little to do except drink and gamble until the weather breaks and you find that you also are taking less care of yourself, even the townsfolk start to keep their distance. Except of course the innkeeper who is slowly siphoning money from your purse to his, via the bar or the gambling table. You are sure it is time to move on but you cannot decide where.
That is, until you wake one morning to find Honour, disheveled and foul smelling, pacing at the end of your bed …..
PJ