Adventure: The Forgotten Forge
Session: 2006-10-08, 2006-10-20
Player: Rachel Reddick
PC: Antinua
Status: Wizard 1

Dear Kanathas:

I have been staying in Sharn, as you suggested. My first impression has been a rather unpleasant one. I will admit that the towers are every bit as impressive as I anticipated, but I have not yet had much opportunity to explore the academic resources here, as a result of recent events. I will explain, though it will not be brief.

I was in a small shop, picking up a few necessary items, when I heard something of a noise outside. I quickly finished my purchase and departed, curious but expecting nothing good from such a crowd. I stayed somewhat behind as the group approached a bridge. Most of the crowd dispersed, leaving myself, a rather suspect halfling standing just behind me, and two warrior-type humans, and a person I would later learn was a monk and a raptoran, which are apparently tall and have a pair of large birdlike wings extending from the upper back. I must remember to ask him about his origins.

In any event, there was most definitely a body on the bridge. From what I could tell, this was a male human, and not young. He had clearly died by violence — by stabbing, I would later learn. I stayed back, as did the halfling, while the other three approached. As they did, a warforged leapt from beneath the bridge and approached the remains. He then demanded that the body be returned to him. One of the two fighters, clearly a local, indicated that the Watch should deal with this matter. The warforged disagreed rather violently.

I thought that the warforged might be convinced by the arrival of the Watch. I altered my appearance accordingly. The halfling appeared rather startled at this. Unfortunately, the warforged only laughed when I told him to stop. Thus, while those skilled in combat dealt with the matter according to their training, I sought out the genuine Watch.

When I returned with three members of the Watch, the winged monk had the warforged well under control. The Watch asked all involved parties to disarm; the Brelish fighter then explained the situation. They removed the warforged and dealt with the remains.

The four of us left the area together, except for the halfling, since he had already left. I received the impression that the Brelish fellow did not particularly like him, which matched my first impression as well. The rest of us introduced ourselves. The Brelish fellow was Alain; the other fighter, Tui; the winged monk stated that his name was lengthy, and that he was generally called Mike. Tui seemed to be the excitable type. He seemed very tense throughout the conversation; there was a bit of a disagreement, and he left rather abruptly.

At some point, Alain mentioned to me that it is a crime to impersonate a member of the Watch. I will bear this in mind should it ever become necessary. Hopefully not; disobeying laws, even for a good purpose, tends to be troublesome.

As Alain, Mike and I departed, a man obscuring his identity with a cloak confronted us. He showed us his House Cannith ring, and directed us to meet at the Broken Anvil tavern in the morning, if we wished to learn more about this matter. Although I cannot speak for the motives of the others, I was quite curious as to this sequence of events.

It appears that Tui and Xame (as the halfling later introduced himself) had received a similar message, since they were also at the Broken Anvil. I seem to recall that Xame was eating rat stew. I do not understand how he can consume vermin, no matter how well prepared it may be.

There, we met Lady Elaydren of House Cannith. She presented a journal that had been found by the murdered man, a scholar. He had apparently found the location of one of House Cannith’s old forges. There, a schema could be found. This schema was part of a creation pattern. She refused to give further details, but suggested that we might go to the location indicated by the journal, and that we would be paid for our efforts. As this seemed a worthwhile endeavor, I agreed. I also noted that Xame attempted to obtain a higher payment, although Elaydren turned him down.

She gave us the journal, and we departed immediately. As we moved down through the many levels of Sharn, I rapidly decided that the upper levels were better. We passed by a somewhat rag-tag group of people; one of them attempted to sell a few items to us. He was quite persistent. We chose to pass by; however, one of them continued to watch us. I found this somewhat disturbing.

The downward progression became even less pleasant as we neared our destination. We were passing single file through a narrow tunnel, approaching a sewer. Mike was the only person behind me, but I noticed something in the corner of the tunnel. By this time, I was somewhat uncomfortable with the situation, and let fly a magic missile. This individual turned out to be another warforged, who demanded that we give up our search for the schema. Short work was made of both him and two shifters who attempted to catch us off guard, who approached from downstream or, more accurately, downsewer. Xame attempted to heal one of them, which surprised me. From what I had seen, I did not expect this from him. He did not succeed, which did not.

By this time, we were all coated in the contents of the sewer. This was quite possibly the most disgusting experience I have ever had, although I suspect it was worst for Mike, on account of his feathers.

We found the entrance that Elaydren described. However, it was firmly closed. Xame and I both attempted to open it. We were rewarded with acid. This was worse than the acid I last spilled while working with Uthen’s experiments. It turned out that all that was necessary to open the door was to wave the journal at it. Quite frustrating.

We eventually reached a large, dark, open chamber. Mike heard something odd, and, as we entered, we were approached by an apparently poorly-fed swarm of beetles. I made a note to myself to study some spells that will target more than an individual creature. As it was, I had no means to assist in defending the others. Tui attempted to light his bedroll on fire, and use that against them. I believe this would have been effective, had he not missed. Contrarily, Xame had a torch, which was quite effective against them—once Alain got it from him, that is. Xame appears to dislike combat. He called out at one point; something strange about “an advance” on his powers. I am curious as to what he meant; I did not catch all that he said, due to echoes and the sound of combat. Of course, I dislike it myself; however, I will still aid my allies if I have the means.

The swarm had bitten Mike rather badly, and so we retreated to a smaller enclosure at the far end of the large chamber. It seemed relatively peaceful, and Xame found a fountain whose water had restorative properties. I wonder what building had once stood there. In any event, we chose to rest. I replenished my store of spells that morning—or what I assumed to be morning. Nothing of note occurred during the night.

At this time, we approached another building, to the south of where we had rested. It was a taller building, made with adamantine doors. Mike, Tui and Alain climbed to the top, and found that there was a convenient hole in the roof. Xame and I deferred entering until they opened the doors from within. Alain twisted his ankle in the fall from the roof; otherwise, the main trouble encountered was a matching pair of doglike constructs. They were somewhat troublesome, but destroyed nonetheless.

From each of the destroyed constructs’ foreheads, as well as from another than had been crushed when the ceiling collapsed, were distinctly shaped rods. When inserted into the forge on the wall opposite the door, they opened a secret chamber, which included some money, a few potions, various martial items and the schema we had been sent to retrieve.

Our goal attained, we intended to leave forthwith… however, it seemed that we had tarried too long. A warning shot was fired at us as we prepared to exit the room. Another warforged demanded that we render unto him what he claimed for the Lord of Blades—specifically, the schema. We were not interested, and so we closed the door. This left us in rather a predicament, until he became impatient and started climbing the building. At this point, we all dashed out through the doors as quickly as we could. We rather lost Xame, however. His shorter strides could not match the rest of us. Naturally, the warforged pursued us; we managed to reach the far end of the main chamber and prepared to defend ourselves as necessary. Although he had not been particularly helpful, we were obligated to at least attempt to wait for Xame.

Alain drew a dagger, yelled, “Ditch the schema!” and headed out. Quite clever. It distracted the warforged long enough for a pair of large armored rats to appear and kill the warforged. They were apparently looking for a meal. Since they found the warforged rather unsatisfactory, they soon turned to a bit of sound in the shadows in hopes of a meat—specifically, Xame. Fortunately, the rats were quickly dealt with, via various weapons and a nicely effective spell of mine.

In any event, we left the sewers without further incident. I have never been more thankful to see the sun. To ensure that we had the correct item, we purchased the pearl necessary for an identify spell. I ascertained that this was the schema, and part of a creation pattern. We gave it to Elaydren, who gave us her payment and her thanks.

There was some disagreement about the distribution of our gains. The others, Alain in particular, were of the opinion that Xame had not earned an equal share. In light of his actions, I agreed, but felt that giving him nothing seemed somewhat extreme. Tui and Mike remedied this situation; Mike was particularly generous.

I maintain reservations about Xame. He persists in claiming to be a simple commoner. I strongly suspect that he has another profession. However, since I have not caught him with his hand in my purse, I will reserve judgement.

I was not interested in the gold, so much as what I might learn through expending it. I also gained a well-crafted rapier from the items we obtained. A pity that I have this, and not Tahlean. He would have found more use for it than me. I have been thinking of him lately; Tui rather reminds me of him. It is something about their rashness, and tendency to turn immediately to their favorite bladed weapons. Both insisted upon elven war cries, though Tui’s are rather poorly pronounced… But I digress.

This experience has been an interesting one. Among other things, I have concluded that I wouldl prefer not to revisit the sewers of Sharn.

Additionally, I continue to have some concern about the purpose of all of this. Although this schema is clearly part of a creation pattern, Elaydren refused to elaborate as to its purpose. I strongly suspect that it is associated with the creation pattern used to create the warforged, particularly considering the interest of the Lord of Blades in this matter.

Furthermore, I must note that, if I am going to continue to use that identifying potion to determine the magical properties of objects, I must consider using an Aundarian wine as the main component. The Brelish vintage I found here left something to be desired.

Do not forget to write back to me, infrequent as these letters may be. I have been most anxious. I wonder what progress you and Uthen have made and, although I know that you will be unlikely to take advice from a younger elf, be careful.

Your sister,


Player’s Notes:

Due to Antinua’s strong ties to family, it only makes sense for her record to be in the form of letters back home. Additionally, she is a somewhat irregular writer. In the middle of an adventure, she may write part of a letter, then put it aside; otherwise, she may simply be too distracted by a most fascinating text on the finer points of spellcasting. In any case, her letters are infrequent (i.e., between sessions) and tend to be long. Which works just fine for me. It also leaves the fun of having people guess what’s in the letters that she’s reading.

Additionally, if you’re wondering about the Tahlean she mentioned… that’s her younger brother. The comparison to Tui was so obvious, and yet so amusing, that I could not resist.

As a further note, the letter is translated from elven for your convenience.