Waterdeep, November 29th 1357, 0100hrs
You stand on the tower overlooking the gates to the City of the Dead. The anti-paladin has not yet returned and the gates have been closed. The numerous undead below mill about aimlessly. With no one to direct them and nothing to attract them, they stand about swaying side to side.
On the walls, the archers are having a field day as they cut down the undead one after the other, concentrating their fire to destroy them faster.
The local captain approaches you and says “Well done! We can take it from here. However, did I see correctly? You have the enemy’s weapon? I think you should report to Commander Rulathon on the corner of the High Road and Waterdeep Way. He will be very interested in the weapon.”
The captain detaches one of his men who guides you over the gate, along the walls until you reach the River Gate, where the Guard shows you out of the fortifications. He leads along to the corner indicated and, after speaking with a few Guards, guides you to a large tent set-up in the middle of the street. He enters the tent and you hear him speak with someone. He comes out and motions you in.
You enter the tent and see several men and women standing around a map of the city with red and blue pins placed all over the city. An obviously tired man in full plate armour and armed with a large, red-handled sword, turns towards you as you enter. He greets you: “Greetings! I am Watch Commander Rulathon. My colleague tells me you somehow managed to capture the weapon of the man probably behind the undead invasion. A weapon, I am told, that is both powerful and evil. (Rulathon rolls a 18+4=22 on Knowledge(Local) to recognize the group vs DC of 16. He recognizes the group. ) Are you not also the citizens that had an unfortunate…ah…misunderstanding with the ever-so-honorable Zellan Sultlue? And helped Inquisitor Praetus hunting down a serial killer? Let me tell you, Zellan was NOT happy with you but Praetus was almost pleasant, confirming that I was right to tell Zellan he shouldn’t try and bully his way into acquiring expensive wood”
He looks you over for a moment and says “So, where is this weapon of great evil?”. You turn towards Fist who motions towards his bag of holding. As you actually look at the Bag of holding, you all realize something is wrong. The bag, normally a nondescript burlap bag with brass fittings is now worn out and the brass is beginning to corrode. The burlap itself is starting to blacken and looks like it will rot away within days.
Rulathon looks surprised and asks “I assume it doesn’t look like that usually? Then this weapon must be so powerful, it can reach out of a pocket dimension. My friends, this is beyond my power. I will send word to the Palace. Lord Piergeiron will know what to do and will be able to get help.”
He turns to the table, write out something on a piece of parchment, melts some wax and seals it with his ring. He motions to an aide and says “Follow Feras here. He will bring you quickly to the Palace.”
Feras, a male gnome in leather armour, motions you to follow him. Despite his size, he moves very quickly, leading you unerringly to the Palace and up the twisting road to the main gate. Your guide leads you a small postern gate, past dozens of guards and through a short hallway into a large well lit room. Here, five people stand around yet another map of the city with markers denoting the invasion of undead in the city. A cursory glance confirms what you had been told: the undead seem contained within the area around the City of the Dead. However, there are several markers around the city with a different colour and a strange symbol. (Maiele Silvermane identifies the runes as being the dethek runes for ‘Danger’).
Your guide stands at attention, salutes and says “My Lords, I have an urgent missive from Commander Rulathon. It concerns these people and the capture of the weapon of the person who is probably behind the undead invasion. My Lords, I present…” and Feras introduces each one of you, despite not having been informed, as far as you know, of who you are.
Once he is finished, he turns to you and introduces you to the five people in the room. He begins with the tall man in full plate armour: The Open-Lord of Waterdeep and Commander of the Guard, Lord Piergeiron Paladinson. He introduces a tall, severe looking man in a black robe as Khelben Arunsun, mage-counsel of the Lords. The third man you already know: Helve Urtrace, Senior Armaster of the Guard of Waterdeep. He nods to you as he is introduced. Finally, Feras bows to the last two people in the room: 2 tall figures in robes with masks and tall helms: masked Lords of Waterdeep.
After briefly speaking with your guide and reading the note from Commander Rulathon, Piergeiron hands the note to Khelben and says slowly to you: “May we see the bag?”.
You place the bag of holding on the table and Piergeiron is visibly taken aback. The bag is much as it was when you showed it to Rulathon: obviously worn out, looking ready to fall apart.
Khelben moves forward and examines the bag. After carefully examining every inch of the bag and casting a few spells over it, he looks up and asks quietly “Is there anything in the bag you want to keep?”
You all turn to Fist, who nods.
“Very well, you may retrieve your items but afterwards, I will seal the bag before the evil within destroys it. It won’t be permanent but it should last long enough to bring the item elsewhere.” Khleben turns to Piergeron and says “Pieregeiron, would you be so kind as to cast a Circle of protection against evil around us? I do not want the sword to be able to reach out beyond us”.
Quickly, the people in the room move the table out of the way and clear a space. Khelben, Piergeron and Fist stand in the middle of the empty space while everyone else stands along the outside of the room. Piergeiron draws his sword and holds it forth, praying quietly to Tyr and a faint blue glow spread out in a circle around him. As soon as the ring included the bag, everyone on the room feels a weight lift off their mind, as if a pressure they did not know they had was taken off their shoulders.
Khelben nods to Piergeiron and then looks at Fist, who is holding the bag. Fist, looking a bit overwhelmed, opens the bag and reaches in. Almost the instant the bag opens, the air in front of you go white and you lose sight of those within the circle. The barrier erected by Piergeiron has gone opaque. One of the Masked Lords steps forward but his companion places a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head.
A moment later, the barrier disappears, revealing Piergeiron, Khelben and a visibly shaken Fist, who now holds his possessions, the bag at his feet. When the barrier drops, the mental pressure returns inside your mind. Khelben turns to the Masked Lords and says “Well, that confirms it: it’s Blight. We were right.” He steps towards the Bag, moves it slightly with his foot and begins a spell. He points his finger towards the bag. A green ray springs from his finger and strikes the bag. Immediately, the pressure leaves your mind. (Spellcraft DC 23 to identify)
“That won’t last forever, but it should give you the time needed to bring it to Malchor Harpell. You will need to go on foot because the spell I used to seal the Bag will stop any use of teleportation magic as well.”
Piergeiron coughs politely and Khelben smirks “Assuming you are willing to go. Malchor Harpell is a colleague of mine who will be able to examine the weapon and recommend a course of action to neutralize it. I will let him know you are coming.” Khelben bows to Piergeiron and leaves the room quickly.
Piergeiron smiles and continues “First, I think we should reward you for the services you have already provided…” He looks at Helve. Helve brightens up and says “Ah..yes, 20 gp per person for the rescue of the Droversons, my Lord”
“Hmm”, says Piergeiron ,“We can add another 100gp for their valiant defense of the gates and obtaining the weapon. In addition, we will provide an escort for you to help you reach the Tower of Twilight, which is north of the City near Longsaddle. Finally, money is nice, but you will need some more powerful items to help you if the man behind all this decides to go after his weapon”.
He turns to Helve “Armsmaster, if you would be so kind as to bring our friends to the armoury and equip them as you see fit? I will see to the escort”. Helve nods.
He turns to you and asks “Well, my friends, will you serve the City one more time?”