The Mummy and the Druid

The Mummy explains that he is named Sahnar, and that he is a druid of an ancient order who was preserved in this way in case his circle needed him in the future. Sahnar reveals that he can use Moonbeam to open the sealed tombs of the half moons. He also reveals that the mirror the party found earlier can scry on people if he shines a Moonbeam on the full moon symbol of the moon dial. The party inquires about the eternal winter, but Sahnar seems unaware of any events since his death.

The party gets ready to open the sealed doors, with Brarr and Devi at the Southern door and the rest of the party at the Northern door. Once Sahnar casts Moonbeam, the doors unlock, allowing both parties to prop open the doors with rocks. When the Northern team enters the tomb they see a circular chamber with an intricately carved domed ceiling twenty feet high. A beam of light shines down from the top of the dome, illuminating a rectangular stone sarcophagus. Someone has turned this tomb into living quarters, as evidenced by a rack of drying herbs and an unfurled bedroll behind the sarcophagus. A pale woman wielding two sickles made of ice jumps up on top of the sarcophagus and shouts, “Ten-Towns will be destroyed—if not by my hand, then by the Frostmaiden’s!”

She unleashes a torrent of ice and hail that severely injures Eddie, Maddy, and Ghaileigh. After a brief yet intense fight, Brarr manages to place his axe between the Frost Druid’s eyes. Investigating the tomb, the party finds a corpse that looks very similar to the druid they had just killed. They learn from an animated bush, upon which they bestow the title of Jenna Bush, that The Druid they killed was named Ravisin. She was lashing out at Ten-Towns for the murder of her sister Vurnis, the body the party found in the sarcophagus. The party set Jenna Bush loose in the woods.

The party returns to town after investigating some more. The party rests in the Ramshackle Inn’s remains. After the rest, presents Speaker Huddle with Dain Morningfall’s body and the Moose’s head. Speaker Huddle thanks them, giving the party the promised gold and cookies. The party goes to the Lucky Liar Tavern, looking for rumors, but finds nothing. The party returns to the tomb, looking to answer some lingering questions using the scrying mirror. They command sahnar to cast Moonbeam to activate the mirror and begin asking questions. They learn that one of the hunters they met in the tavern earlier killed Vurnis, and that the Lucky Liar’s owner killed the Ramshackle’s owner. They are unable to scry on the cause of the eternal winter.

Quests and Debts

The party departs from Lonelywood and Marches in the dim twilight towards Byrn Shander, passing through termalaine and checking on their kobold friends. Eddie gets a tip from someone associated with his bank that due to his interference in the mines, he may find that his debt has been increased to compensate. Upon the party’s arrival in Bryn Shander, they see hopeful celebrations of Green Grass, the holiday that normally marks the first day of spring. The party collects their reward from Dimble Knackle, a wand of web that Maddy attunes to. Eddie talks to his loan officer and finds that he has been pushed significantly further into debt. The party hears rumors about a wizard who was arrested for murder in Easthaven, as well as rumors about the captain of the guard possibly offering a reward for another job. There are speculations about whether this wizard is a part of the Arcane Brotherhood, a group of wizards who are generally bad news, but who haven’t been seen in Icewind Dale for at least fifty years.

The party arrives in Easthaven, where they witness the burning of the wizard, whose final words express no regrets. The party talks to Captain Argalath, who tells them that four fishers, all in the same family business. She tells the party that this investigation should be done without the Speaker’s knowledge, as Captain Argalath has not informed the speaker that she is seeking outside help. She offers the party a magic scroll that contains some type of fiery evocation spell or a grey bag that Maddy identifies as a Grey Bag of Tricks. This Bag can be used to summon helpful animal companions. The party accepts this investigation and asks around town, not uncovering anything of note.

They decide to sleep in the White Lady Inn that night, as they had heard several rumors that it was haunted. Brarr was opposed to this idea, but was persuaded by the party. The party hears the resident bard, a halfling named Rinaldo, singing about treasure in the lake and a ghost named the White Lady. He mentions a seance taking place at midnight, and everyone but Brarr is interested. The party leaves their valuables with Brarr and goes to the seance. Eddie subtly casts a spell to detect new presences in the small room. Smoke from burning incense clouds the room. Multicolored lamps and silks are hung from the rafters, and the light from several candles illuminates a circle of uncomfortable-looking guests sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Rinaldo pushes back the sleeves of his robe, raises his hands, closes his eyes, and intones, “Lady who watches from the lake, come to us in our darkest hour! Tell us what you’ve seen!” After a moment of silence, thick frost forms on the inside of the room’s windows, turning them opaque, and the candles go out one by one. He urges the party to reach out to the White Lady. After asking a few questions in an unpersuasive manner, the silks and lanterns begin whipping about, as some invisible force begins lashing out.

The Elven Tomb

The party moves in closer towards what appears to be a gazebo.

In the middle of this marble gazebo sits an unlit brazier made of similar material, its bowl twenty inches in diameter. The brazier is full of snow and pine needles that the winds have swept away from the gazebo’s polished marble floor. The brazier seems to be carved or molded of the same stone as the floor, preventing it from being moved. Maddy and Eddie open their senses and peer into the weave, they can see that the Brazier dully glows with magic. Pushing further into the weave, Maddy and Eddie can see that the Brazier is marked with the sky blue of abjuration, but it is also speckled with the small amounts of canary yellow, the hallmark of conjuration. They also realize that the brazier is not glowing dully, it is simply overshadowed by a diffuse aura of abjuration that permeates the air around them. 

Atop the eastern berm, a granite sarcophagus rests in a half-circle defined by five quartz-like crystal pillars. The top of the sarcophagus is covered in a blanket of snow, presumably from the blizzard two days ago. The party notices a carving near the top of each pillar; from north to south, these images depict a twig, a pinecone, a flame, a feather, and a humanoid hand. Clearing the snow off the lid reveals an engraving of a brazier, not dissimilar to the one found in the gazebo below. The lid of the sarcophagus seems to be stuck. No amount of pushing seems to free it. Maddy and Eddie can tell that the sarcophagus glows with the sky blue of abjuration, the pillars are non magical, and the air is still suffused with abjuration. The party investigates a stone statue, which appears to be a weathered elf wearing ceremonial robes, but the party is unsure of what variety they might be.

Looking over the edge of the berm, the party can see a circular area below. Rising from the center of the circular depression is a tall, triangular, crystal gnomon—a device one typically finds in the middle of a sundial. It is thick near the base and narrows to a sharp point at the top. The snow around the gnomon has melted away, revealing a circle of symbols carved into the stone around it. The symbols depict phases of the moon, suggesting that the circular depression is not a sundial, but a moon dial. Currently, the symbol for a waxing gibbous is lit up, the light from the gnomon shining down upon it, akin to the shadow of a sundial.

Something has punched a rough hole in the wall in the northwest edge of the depression, creating a dark opening that leads under the hill and into a chamber beyond. The party descends the south side of the berm and finds six more elven statues, still radiating abjuration. They find a non-magic door that cannot be opened. It has no visible handle, and appears to be a stone slab that may open only from the inside of this structure. The party makes their way around the edge of the moon dial, where the ground is surprisingly warmed, aided by some evocation magic it seems. The gnomon glows with divination and evocation.

Brarr creeps around the edge of the hole, the party in tow. He sees a white furred moose, its hooves and antlers stained with fresh blood, standing in the middle of a group of sleeping animals, who are awakened as the moose lets loose a terrifying bellow.

The White Moose

Brarr lets out a roar of his own as Ghaileigh blesses him and the rest of the party. He charges in and takes a swing at the moose bringing it low as the other animals scamper out of the barrow. The floor is covered in bones, humanoid in nature, but they are older than the hunters that have gone missing it seems. He strikes the moose and it topples over, not ready for the force of nature that is Brarr. Devi fires a shortbow arrow at where she thought the moose would be, but due to its prone nature, the shot goes over it.

The moose rises, a guttural and low sound emanates from its maw, almost like speech. It slams Brarr with its antlers and Hooves, slamming down on his shield, rattling his bones.

Eddie runs by the opening and flings a golden bolt of flame at the moose. It goes wide, but he grabs onto the threads he spun in the weave, and pulls it into the back of the moose’s head. Maddy fires a purple firebolt, slamming into the moose’s front right leg. Ghaileigh runs up behind Brarr and heals him, saying a quick prayer to Lathander. Brarr slams his axe into the moose once more, but it seems to anticipate it this time, avoiding the brunt of the attack. Devi runs up to the moose and stabs it with both her short sword and scimitar, before running back beside Brarr.

The moose takes that opportunity and gores her with its antlers before giving chase, goring Brarr and slamming Devi again with its hooves. Brarr is barely hanging on, as Devi goes down beside him. Eddie and Maddy unleash more magical energy; Eddie throws another firebolt, while Maddy fires off a bolt of cracking electricity that goes wide, splashing and scattering about the back wall of the barrow. Ghaileigh heals Devi with a prayer, and realizes how exhausted she actually is. Brarr swings and misses, being quite battered himself. Devi stands up and stabs the moose twice more. 

The moose attempts to gore Brarr, but he deflects it. The moose rears up and slams its hooves into Devi once more. Eddie fires off another firebolt, and it sears off the moose’s ear. The moose Rears up to attack agan, but brarr blocks once again, deflecting its hooves. One of its hooves steps on the recently severed ear, and the great beast slips, slamming its head into an elven statue, knocking it unconscious. 

The party breathes a sigh of relief and begins taking the moose’s hide and meat, before settling down for an uneventful long rest.

Mysterious Moons

The party, now well rested, turns to exploring the other passageways. Eddie finds a large circular silver mirror with symbols of moons along the stone edges, the largest of which appears full. Two of the other passage ways lead to stone doors with white half circles inscribed on them. The final passage leads to the other side of the door the party had found earlier. 

They move to the moon dial and begin inspecting it. Maddy discovers some writing: “Gaze upon your own face and have seven questions answered.” is inscribed under the full moon, while “Unlock the tombs of the half moon.” is inscribed by each half moon symbol. The party begins to think of questions for the next full moon, which is only three days away.

The party returns to the gazebo, tossing in a feather, a twig, a pinecone, and a moose hoof, but upon ignition, nothing seems to happen. Eddie prestidigitates an organic baby gnome hand and tosses it in, in the hopes that it works.

As the hand goes in, the flame’s color quickly shifts to that of silver. The contents of the brazier are quickly consumed, leaving nothing behind, save for the flame and the moose hoof. Despite being only about a foot and a half in diameter, the flame lets off heat and light similar to a roaring campfire. The flame continues to burn, seemingly without fuel.

The party ascends the berm once more. With a little effort from Brarr and the others, the party slides the lid off of the sarcophagus’s body. As they do, a blend of spices, including cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, allspice, and cloves, hits their senses of smell, piercing through the numbing cold. Inside of the sarcophagus lies the mummified remains of what appears to be a moon elf, its arms crossed over a silver amulet in the shape of two eyes, set with moonstones and surrounded by seven silver stars. Ghaileigh, recognizes this as the symbol of Selune, elven goddess of the Moon. The mummy is wrapped in fine strips of white linen cloth, inscribed with elvish characters. Eddie can make out that this might be some sort of obituary for someone named Sahnar.

As the party takes in the sight of this ancient elf, its eyes shoot open, glowing faintly with silvery light. It sits up in the sarcophagus, causing those of you closest to recoil in surprise. It turns its head slowly to look at those who awoke it, but it does not make any aggressive moves.

It opens its mouth, the linens loosening around it revealing leathery light blue lips. A dry and raspy voice issues forth.

“I am Sahnar, druid of the Lonely Woods. May I know who has awoken me?”

Inspection and Messages

The party awakens from a night’s rest, periodically interrupted by the rattling of the singular window and the howling of the blizzard outside. Now, it seems a thick fog has descended upon termalaine. As the party exits the Eastside Inn, the freezing fog bites at any exposed skin. They go to the Blue Clam for another meal, having a hearty breakfast of porridge. 

The party meets up with Speaker Masthew and begins the short trek to the tourmaline mine. There, they find that the kobolds have been working all night to prove themselves to masthew, offering up several decently sized gems. Speaker Masthew thanks them as he and the party continue their inspection, making sure that the bridge has been fixed before walking upon it. The party finds nothing out of the ordinary, and Speaker Masthew congratulates them on a job well done, assuring them that because the kobolds are hard workers, they will find a home in Termalaine.

Needing to send various messages to Bryn Shander, they seek out a courier office. They find a small building with attached housing for sled dogs. Inside, a woman with long, wavy, black hair and smooth dark skin sits behind a desk. Barely filled sacks with the names of different towns are strewn about the room. The party pays to send a letter to Dimble Knackle, the jeweler who tasked them with opening the Termalaine tourmaline mine back up. Enclosed is Maddy’s pebble sized tourmaline as proof. Eddie also sends 9 gold to Leth Lackman, working to pay off his debt.

Concluding their business in Termalaine, the party departs for Lonelywood.

Lonelywood

The journey to Lonelywood is short. The party travels between the shore of Maer Dualdon and a treeline composed of tall dark pines, both barely visible through the thick, freezing fog that settles around you. After some time, they see distant lantern lights through the fog, growing closer and closer as the party arrives at the small town of Lonelywood. 

The party members native to Ten-Towns know that this town was founded by a Sembian family from Urmlaspyr. Lonelywood is a quiet town of loggers, fishers, and scrimshanders scratching out a living on the edge of the world, but for as long as Ten-Towns has existed, this town has attracted the region’s shadiest element, from unrepentant thieves to cold-hearted killers. The thick forest looming behind it conceals the dark and sordid dealings that sometimes transpire there.

Now, the party sees figures in the fog, going about their daily business, and in the distance, they can hear the chopping of wood. As the party enters town, they notice that many of the buildings and docks bear carvings of dragons, lions, and goats, and Maddy recognizes them as remnants from the founder’s original family crest, that of a chimera.

The party remembers that Vernon said the town speaker was offering a reward for the White Moose that has been terrorizing this town, so they set off to find the speaker’s house. It doesn’t take long, as through the fog, they see a two story house, older than the ones around it with warm light pouring out of every window, cutting through the fog. As the party approaches, they can smell hints of fresh baked goods and ginger.

Ghailiegh knocks on the wooden door.

A small halfling child opens it, a bead of snot running down from his button nose. He has a mop of curly red hair, and as he stares up at the heavily armed and armored adventurers standing before him he hollers back into the house, “Mooooom! There’s some people here to see you!”

Looking past him and into the house, the party can see it was clearly built for humans, but most of the furniture is sized for halflings, with a few big chairs for visitors of taller stock. Three more halfling children scamper from room to room and climb a ladder up to the loft, chasing one another with wooden swords.

A sturdy halfling woman with curly graying hair and an apron walks briskly out of what appears to be a kitchen holding a tray of freshly baked cookies. She looks out the door at the party and shouts, “Oh! Adventurers! Please please, come in!”

The halfling speaker, Nimsy Huddle, ushers the party into a cluttered kitchen, strewn with recently used baking supplies. She sets the tray of cookies on top of a warm wood fired oven. A fire crackles in the hearth.

The party inquires about the rumors of the moose.

“Our loggers are being terrorized by a white moose,” explains Speaker Huddle, “and the beast has eluded the hunters we’ve sent to kill it. We depend on the forest for our survival, and I wouldn’t be a very good town speaker if I let a dumb moose get the better of us. Will you help?”

Inquiring about a reward, the party is met with Speaker Huddle offering some of her freshly baked cookies, and while they agree that this would be a good reward, they also explain that they might also want a monetary reward.

“OK then, how does… 100 gold sound?”

Maddy and Ghaileigh can tell that the Speaker may have more to offer based on the tone of her voice, but Eddie is unable to get anything else out of her.

 “Of course,” she adds with a smile, “if our hunters get the moose first, the rewards will be theirs!”

She explains that the moose has killed 5 people and injured a dozen more. Two hunters remain missing after going into the forest to look for it. This has all occurred within the past fifteen days.

The party asks her about an inn, and she replies that there is no inn in Lonelywood.

“We used to have one, the Ramshackle it was called. It closed up about a year ago.”

The party inquires as to why it closed, and Speaker Huddle warns that it is a grisly and grim topic. The party pushes further.

“The owner hung himself in the common room. Some people think that it’s a coverup for a murder though.”

The party thanks her for the information and goes to the town’s tavern, the Lucky Liar, to see if they can get more information from any hunters who have returned.

Strange Interactions

As the party passes through a row of shops, one sign catches Devi’s eye. It reads: “The Happy Scrimshander”. The sign appears damaged to the untrained eye, with two vertical scratches running through the first “p” in “happy”; however, Devi sees it as a circle with 2 vertical lines running through it, the common symbol for “Fence” in thieves cant.

Fig. 1: Thieves Cant sample

A small bell heralds your entry into the shop. Needles and knives in a wide array of shapes and sizes and inks in a rainbow of colors sit proudly on display. Additionally, several varieties of waxes are available, presumably for sealing the finished scrimshaw. Behind a counter in the back of the shop, sits a doughy elderly woman reading a book. She looks up briefly, acknowledging you before going back to reading. 

“If you can’t find what you’re looking for, I can always check the back.”

Devi approaches, and strikes up a rather odd conversation.

“Hello madam, I was hoping to inquire about whether you buy art here, or perhaps you sell some of your own?”

“I do buy fine art, but I also sell fine tools. If you want, you can come check the back with me; I have some special tools back there. There are many scrimshanders who might be jealous of the art you make with my tools. While even the trout would marvel at your art, I wouldn’t want to offend them with tools to carve their skulls. You don’t have any trout with you, do you?”

Devi understands. Come to the back, I have gear that would make other criminals jealous. But first, you don’t have any squares with you, right?

“Nope, no trout here. I would like to peruse your fine selection of tools.”

The rest of the party looks on confused as the shopkeeper leads them into the back, only to reveal a variety of poisons and tools for criminals. The party doesn’t buy anything at this time, as this contraband is a little too expensive, and they don’t really have a use for it at the moment.

They continue on to the Lucky Liar, where they eat a lunch of trout pies and meet a man with cropped, gray hair and cyan eyes. He has suntanned skin and stands at about 5’8″ tall with a beefy build. Thick winter gear is layered below a dark green cloak, with a pin that looks like a sun. He identifies himself as Dain Morningfall, and the party recognizes him as Vernon Braig’s hunter friend. They talk with him about the moose and about a ghost story, and he leaves to go hunt it about thirty minutes before the party.

The Hunt

The Lonelywood forest stands before the party, the snow-capped trees loom as tall, dark forms from out of the fog. Twigs snapping and wings fluttering echo through the pines; snowy owls call out to each other, and the distant howling of wolves hangs ominously in the air. The smell of pine carries through the numbingly cold air. Brarr, with the party’s assistance, quickly finds a set of moose tracks, and the party begins following them.

The snow crunches beneath the party’s snowshoes. They have been following this set of moose tracks for about two hours, when they hear the crackling and snapping of wood ahead. They notice a large dark shape rubbing up against a tree about thirty feet away. With a thump, the shape returns to four legs, and a low, rumbling growl issues forth from the great maw of the grizzly bear. 

Thinking quickly, Ghaileigh reaches into her pack and throws out a handful of rations, distracting the bear as the party retreats and navigates around it.

Following the tracks for another two hours, the party sees a tall four legged beast, looming out of the fog, two great antlers sticking out of either side of a large head. As the party moves closer, they see the distinctly brown coloration of its fur, suggesting that this is not the moose they are looking for.

It takes the party another two hours before they find another set of moose tracks. They follow these tracks for three hours. Then, they see it, another large form, with two wide antlers stretching out from the sides of its head. It seems to be laying down, and may be asleep. From this distance, the party can make out white fur.

As Brarr moves in, he realizes the white coloration is due to a blanket of snow. With a snap of a branch underfoot, the moose startles and bolts back into the fog. Once again, the white moose eludes the party.

The party decides that it would be best to get a good night’s sleep and try again the next day, as they make the journey back to town, sleeping in Speaker Huddle’s warm but unfurnished attic.

The next day, the party decides to use rations for their meals, heading out into the forest early. The fog has lifted, leaving the party with a clear day ahead.

Brarr finds a set of tracks within the first hour, and the party follows them for another half an hour, when they hear the howling of wolves nearby. The party can hear the snapping of twigs and crunching of snow all around you, and they realize that they are being encircled by a pack of wolves. Coming from the North and West, they leap out of the brush to attack.

Brarr Charges towards 3 of the wolves coming from the North; he roars with rage and plants his battle axe in the back of one of the wolves, killing it instantly.

The other two charge in, snapping at Brarr, but to little effect. Two wolves charge Devi, knocking her down and tearing at her flesh. Devi goes unconscious, and it looks like the wolves may run away with her lifeless body. One of the two remaining wolves charges Maddy, and the other charges Ghaileigh, its fangs piercing through her armor.

Eddie draws his hands apart, an arc of electricity playing between them. He shocks the wolf closest to him, and it begins twitching, lessening its reaction time. Maddy Places her thumbs together and sprays a sheet of fire through two of the wolves, melting the nearby snow in a fifteen foot cone of flame. This seems to dredge up dark memories within her as the wolves char and burn to death, letting out horrible yelping noises. Ghaileigh shouts a prayer to Lathander, and pours life into Devi once more. Brarr swings his axe, chopping into the side of one of the wolves as it turns to flee.

The wolves, sensing that the tide has turned, begin to retreat, prompting Ghaileigh, Devi, Maddy, and Brarr to take swings at the canines. Brarr makes contact with the wolf he wounded earlier, sending its corpse flying into a nearby, snow-covered bush. The party breathes a sigh of relief, as the dangerous wildlife runs back into the woods.

New Friends

As the party settles down to rest amongst the pines, Devi and Ghaileigh, notice that a few extra bodies have joined the party. Several tiny masked figures, dressed in cloaks of dried pine-needles and colorful ribbons and beads, peer at you from out of the snow-laden brush. One of them on a branch above Brarr, swinging its tiny legs while watching Ghaileigh say her prayers. Another one hides behind a snow bank, watching Brarr chop wood in an attempt to draw out the white moose. The final masked figure watches as Eddie sits up against a tree and prestidigitates the sound of wood being chopped. Ghaigleigh alerts the party, and Eddie recognizes them as chwingas, tiny nature spirits who follow and mimic humanoids who they find interesting; if they are treated well, they may help out the humanoid and bestow gifts upon them.

Maddy produces a cloud of blue smoke and embers that smells like gingerbread in an attempt to draw in one of these spirits. The one observing Eddie is drawn into the smoke and begins dancing and playing. Eddie steps up his game, playing music and dancing. The chwinga begins mimicking him, still in the cloud of smoke. Maddy and Eddie continue to battle for its attention, with Maddy eventually proving the victor. At the end of the rest, the chwingas embrace their chosen party members, and impart mystical charms upon them.

Fig 2. & Fig. 3: Chwingas

The party continues to follow the tracks for about an hour before they see yet another towering, four legged form lumbering through the pines. This one however, is very obviously not the culprit, as it lacks any antlers. The moose cow continues to move through the forest, seemingly not noticing the party.

Brarr picks up on another moose trail, and after about an hour, the party sees a fox with a white coat moving to strike a snowy hare. The fox leaps forward and grabs the rabbit by its neck, staining white fur a deep crimson as it shakes it violently. Seeing you, it runs off, taking its prize with it and leaving only red-stained snow

Following these tracks for another two and a half hours, the party finds a grisly reminder of why they hunt the white moose. A broken corpse leans up against a tree that has been snapped in half. A shattered bow lays in the snow nearby, and spilled arrows are scattered about this scene. 

Getting closer to the body, they realize the body has been bludgeoned and crushed with great force. Crimson has bled through thick winter gear, where a shard of bone pokes out of the chest. The face has been disfigured to be almost unrecognizable. Almost. After some inspection, the party realizes that this is the bloody and broken corpse of Dain Morningfall, the hunter you met before in the Lucky Liar, and Vernon Braig’s friend.

The corpse looks fresh, less than an hour old. The party is getting closer to their prey.

They cover up the corpse with snow, and take his cloak pin to take back to town.

After another half hour of following the bloody tracks, the party comes across a structure. They approach from the North, and see a circular indentation in a snowy hillside. Rising from the middle of this circle, they can just make out the tip of a triangular gnomon of beautifully carved crystal that stands sticks out ten feet above the ten-foot-high berm hugging the circle’s eastern edge. The berm has evergreens growing around and atop it, sheltering what looks like a sarcophagus buried under snow and enclosed by a half-circle of pale blue crystal pillars. North of the berm is a delicately carved gazebo made of marble. The party begins making plans, as they stand outside of this mysterious structure.

Kobolds

As the two reed and brown speckled kobolds charge forward with shrill war cries and drawn daggers, Eddie shouts from the back a request of parlay. The kobolds stop in their tracks, seemingly confused by the word, and Eddie clarifies that he means to talk with them. The kobolds stand wary, but have halted their charge. Eddie inquires as to what they want.

“Trex says miners want their mine back. Trex wants something better in return. Trex says we be safer in town. There’s food in town! You want talk, you talk Trex.”

The two kobolds lead the party through a room where a table and two chairs are set to create a space for the miners to take breaks. The fresh corpse of a giant rat sits on the table, several stab wounds poked in its sides. The party is led through more tunnels, and they can feel the gentle slope carrying them deeper still. The echoing sounds of the crashing waterfall get louder as the party follows the tunnel’s downward slope. It ends where it opens onto the center shaft. A damp wooden walkway extends from this opening and then runs westward to another tunnel in the rock. In front of you, a large bucket like the one the party saw earlier dangles from a taut rope that stretches southward across the shaft and is connected to another wooden platform 15 feet away. The two kobolds lead the party into the small tunnel.

Lurking in this dusty tunnel are three, now five, skittish kobolds. One of them carries a threadbare satchel and wears a fake pair of dragon wings made of thin wood and tattered white cloth. This kobold immediately raises its hands in surrender, saying in Common, “We mean you no harm. Please don’t hurt us. I am Trex, who might you be?”

Trex

Eddie acts as the negotiator and asks the kobolds to give the mine back to termalaine.

“I would be happy to offer a trade, but I cannot freely give up our only leverage,” Trex explains, “The everlasting winter has made the wilderness unsafe for my kind, and the preternatural cold dulls our wits. Please, we only want a place to stay so we can keep out of this horrible weather. We can work, and we won’t cause trouble. Termalaine would be richer for having us.”

In the tight tunnel, with thunderous echoes of falling water threatening to drown out the negotiations, Ghaileigh and Maddy pick up hints of deception in the kobolds statements, sensing that he may not be as altruistic as he claims. They let the rest of the party know discreetly. Maddy extends her arcane senses to possibly see why this kobold is so articulate, seeing a small aura around him and the satchel on his side. The party accuses Trex of his deceit, and one by one fail to intimidate the kobold.

“I do not appreciate you calling me a liar,” Trex says, ”I would ask that you please leave my mine now, before this negotiation breaks down completely.”

The rest of the kobolds take out their daggers and javelins, looking nervously between Trex and the party. The party stands adamant, not leaving. Maddy focuses on the aura around Trex, and realizes that it has the pale green coloration of necromancy.

“I warned you to leave, now I will remove you by force!” Trex draws his dagger, but Brarr is faster, having been ready for this confrontation. His axe clips the cave wall, sending a harmless spray of dust and sparks at the kobold before swinging again and chopping Trex’s head clean off. The other kobolds stare in fear and disbelief as the reptilian head falls off the body and hits the ground with a dull thud.

Suddenly, the corpse begins to glow with a blue ethereal light, and a translucent humanoid form, clothed in cold weather gear and wearing glasses, rises from the kobold’s corpse. Spectral blood flows from wounds on the ghost’s neck, and as the ghost turns to look at the party, it howls in anger. Brarr, gazing upon this phantom, makes a tactical retreat. One of the kobolds hastily stabs at his ankle and draws some blood, but is too frightened of the ghost to make too deep of a wound.

The ghost, now without a body flys through the tunnel and slams into Maddy, merging with her. Maddy gasps as her eyes glow, and she whips her head around to face the rest of the party. The first and last thing it sees through Maddy’s eyes, is Ghaileigh raising her shield and chanting a prayer. With a massive exhalation, the ghost is expelled from Maddy, and turns to run further down the tunnel.

Maddy, now in control of her body again, puts her index and middle fingers to her temple and shoots a lance of psychic energy into the ghost’s head. The spectral cranium discorporates briefly before reforming and turning to face the party again. A golden bolt of flame slams into its right shoulder as Eddie shouts words of encouragement that turn the remaining kobolds against their ghastly former leader. The kobolds are encouraged, and turn their daggers and javelins to assault the ghost.

Devi pierces its chest and draws back her rapier, now covered in some form of ectoplasm, as Brarr charges in with his battle axe, clipping the wall again with his long reach.

The ghost wails in pain, tearing spectral flesh from its phantom face, revealing a horrifying visage for everyone to behold. Maddy and one of the Kobolds are frightened and seem to age several decades. The ghost flesh turns to mist and reforms back upon its face.

Ghaileigh drops her shield and mace to fire off her crossbow. The bolt flies straight through the ghost and slams into the forehead of one of the kobolds, knocking them clear out. Feeling bad, she throws out a healing word that brings back the kobold, now with a crossbow bolt sticking out of their forehead.

Maddy fires off another mind sliver, once again discorporating its head temporarily. Not wanting to hit any of his allies, Eddie shoots a firebolt over all of their heads and then uses his innate connection to the weave to pull it back around and scorch the back of the ghost’s head. The golden flames shine through its horrible visage as it lets out another howl of pain.

The kobolds and Devi continue to stab at it with mundane weapons, doing less damage than they would hope, but still drawing ectoplasmic blood. 

Brarr drops his shield and steels his nerves as he charges in with two hands on his battle axe. He brings the blade down on the ghost’s head, and at first, it looks like it had no effect, passing straight through its phantom body. Bracing for an undead assault, Brarr watches as instead the ghost begins to split and fall apart, strands of ectoplasm stringing between the two halves, stretching and snapping. Once completely severed the two halves fall to the ground, disintegrating into spectral mist and dust.

Aftermath

The kobolds prostrate themselves before the party, wailing apologies and cries for mercy.

“Please! Mercy!” shouts the kobold named Grek, the same kobold with the bolt sticking out of his forehead, ”Kobolds no know that Trex was ghost! Kobolds follow Trex because of wings! Mercy! We give mine back! PLEASE!”

The party spares them and makes a deal for the kobolds to work in the town in exchange for housing and food. As Eddie and Ghaileigh go back to town to inform Speaker Masthew of their success, Maddy, Devi, and Brarr put the kobolds to work mining tourmalines. In total, they find two ten GP tourmalines and a single one GP tourmaline.

Back in town, speaker Masthew opens the door in his pajamas. Eddie and Ghaileigh explain the situation and ask him to come down to the mine to negotiate with the kobolds himself. He puts on his cold weather gear and walks back to the mine, where he negotiates with Grek. They determine that the kobolds will work in the mine in exchange for food and housing. Speaker Masthew returns to town while the party delves deeper and uses the bucket shuttle to cross the central shaft. 

In the smaller cave, a fossilized skull partially juts out of the east wall of this small cave, five feet off the ground. The skull has larger than normal eye sockets, a curious ridge between the eyes, nothing that would pass for a nose, and four small holes where one would expect to see teeth. Maddy realizes it belongs to a mindflayer. She reaches up to dislodge it from the rockface, but ends up breaking it, revealing a small purple crystal where the brain should be. She reaches up and takes it, realizing that it is a Psi Crystal that can bestow her with telepathy. Sparkling geodes greet the party as they enter the other cavern. The gems are partially exposed in places, sticking out from the walls like glassy shards. The floor rises near the eastern wall, leaving a natural ridge with stone ramps leading upward on either end.

Return to Termalaine

The party takes their leave and returns to Termalaine, finding food and drink in a dockside tavern called the Blue Clam. The fishers of Termalaine typically finish their days here, seated on benches near one of the building’s long hearths to warm their feet while they fill their bellies with spiced chowder. Beautiful works of scrimshaw are hung on the walls. Vernon Braig, the Blue Clam’s half-orc owner and chef, knows some of the hunters and trappers in Lonelywood, and occasionally a sled comes down the north trail with a sack of hares or a haunch of moose, courtesy of one of Vernon’s friends, Dain Morningfall. On those nights, the Blue Clam’s hearths are full of roasting meat, and the patrons stay later and sing louder, enjoying the good times while they last.

Unfortunately, there is no roast tonight, and as a patron asks about it, Vernon explains that he hasn’t gotten any meat lately. He says that his hunter friends found a logger dead in the forest, and have been hunting whatever killed him on the orders of Town Speaker Huddle of Lonelywood. He has heard rumors that the beast in question is a large white moose. Vernon is unsure of what the possible reward might be, but asks the adventurers to ask Dain to send him more meat.

The party pays for their meals and goes to find the Eastside Inn. What looks from the outside like separate houses turns out to be a single structure with rooms connected by underground passages, with cozy guest accommodations in the cellar. The innkeeper is Marta Peskryk, a willowy teenager who as she performs her daily chores, sings a quiet song to herself. The party pays for a cheap room and walks through the warm underground tunnels to a small room with six cots, warmed by a small bed of coals. Eddie places his bed over the only egress, a trapdoor in the floor. As sleep finds the party, the wind howls and snow whirls past the single window; a blizzard rolls into town, hopefully not an omen of events to come.

The Outwilder

As you all sit around a table passing out bloodstones, the door bursts open, and a cold wind blows through. A large figure stands in the door. A bugbear with locks of orange-brown fur and bulging eyes, wrapped in furs, hides, and various other pieces of cold weather gear in order to keep the freezing winds at bay.

The large bugbear walks past your table.As he passes by a group of adventurers, he clocks an unmistakable blue face sitting amongst them. Devi, similarly, recognizes the bugbear as he walks past.

“Ah, Outwilder, you’re back. I presume you have good news for Hlin?” Scramsax calls out across the bar, “Unfortunately, she couldn’t be here to give you the reward herself, something about a wizard in Easthaven. You know how Hlin gets when she smells even the slightest hint of foul play.”

The bugbear responds with an affirmative.

“Good, good. Hlin will be pleased to hear it. She left your payment with me.” Scramsax pulls a  small coin purse out from behind the bar. “25 gold, as promised, *he pulls the purse back slightly* if you got the proof.”

Dropping the bag on the counter with a thud, Scramsax grimaces, probably thinking about the stain he’ll need to get out later.

He opens the sack and peers in. “Grey streak, blue eyes, pointed nose… Yep, that’s him, or at least a good enough match. Here, take the money.”

He tosses the coin purse to the bugbear with a small jingle.

“I’ll uh, dispose of it for you. Oh, and before you go Outwilder, I’d like to introduce you to that group over there. Some up and coming adventurers I think. I know you lot like to keep to yourselves, but you might get warmer receptions if you travel with at least one human.”

The bugbear goes over to the table and introduces himself as Brarr. The party introduces themselves and asks if he might be interested in being the muscle of the group. Brarr responds positively, and to celebrate, they order drinks and dinner.

A gnome comes in looking somewhat concerned. He talks with Scramsax and is sent over to the party’s table. He says that his jewelry shop is no longer receiving shipments of tourmaline from Termalaine. The party agrees to investigate for a 5% discount at his store. If they solve the problem, he promised them a wand of web. 

The party decides to depart at twilight the next day; they head to bed, with Eddie staying at Geldenstag’s Rest for a more reasonable rate. 

The Morning After

A light snow falls over Bryn Shander. Eddie, Brarr, and Devi visit Blackiron Blades to discuss deals and purchase some last minute goods and weapons. Eddie then hurries over to the Hooked Knucklehead, where Leth Lackman does business. Leth is a pale man of half elven descent, standing at about 5’9″ with slicked back, dark hair. His accent suggests that he is not from around this area, and he hints that he may be from Calimshan. His nose appears slightly crooked, as if it has been previously broken, and his all too friendly grin shines with a hint of gold. 

Eddie attempts to persuade him to let him pay off his loan early with a 10 gold cut. Leth refuses, citing how it would then be his fingers on the chopping block if he let the 10 gold slide.

Eddie Hurries to the North Gate where the rest of the party awaits him. Maddy seems to have gone and traded her bloodstone for a small diamond.

A guard peers down from one of the gatehouses, ducking back in to shout a few words. The gate begins to creak open, with ice and snow from last night’s heavy snow cracking and breaking apart. It falls down in great cascades, reminiscent of the Avalanches some of you have seen in the Spine of the World or on Kelvin’s Cairn.

As soon as they are through the gate, it begins to close. The party looks forward towards the barely visible road, and are glad that they have snowshoes.

The journey to Termalaine takes 6 hours. The road takes you close to Targos, but branches off about 100 feet before the gates. The party can make out a few guards atop the wall bundled up in cold weather gear, their shields bearing a black ship on a blue background. The party hears muffled words being shouted as the gate opens slightly and a group of four warmly dressed individuals step outside. One towers above the others, while another barely stands 3 feet tall, and yet another bears two curved horns jutting out from under a scarf. The fourth figure rides atop a dogsled loaded with gear and pulled by a team of 6 dogs. They move East, towards Bryn Shander and past the party, offering passing greetings and well wishes.

Termalaine

A boy wrapped in heavy winter clothes shouts the news of the day as people pass by. When the party approaches, the boy cries, “The gemstone mine is closed because of monsters! Speaker Masthew is offering fifty gold to anyone who clears it out!”

The party purchases a paper for 5 copper and goes to find Speaker Masthew.

They meet with him in the Town Hall and find out that kobolds have taken over the mine. He walks the party to the mine and then the speaker returns to town..

The entrance to the gem mine is an open tunnel in a snowy hillside. Empty wooden carts are parked near the entrance, next to which a crude wooden sign has been propped up. Written on the sign in charcoal are the words “Kobolds only!” in Common. The calligraphy is more elegant than one would expect from a kobold.

Descending down a 60 foot set of rough hewn stairs, the party finds themselves in a room where racks holding picks and hammers are nailed to rough hewn walls. The floor is covered with rock dust that appears recently disturbed. Three tunnels lead out of this area, two to the South, and one to the East.

Eddie can make out several sets of reptillian tracks and a few large rodent tracks as well.

The party moves through the passage to the East. The floor in the east end of this dusty cave is five feet higher than in the west end, with a rocky ridge separating the two areas except for slopes on either side. Picks and shovels lean against the ridge. Small gem deposits in the ridge and the walls of the cave gleam seductively. The sets of Kobold tracks meander around the room before exiting to the South. The rodent tracks also lead South.

The passage forks, and the echoing sounds of rushing water are louder to the right. Brarr peaks around the corner and sees an underground river flowing through the far side of the cavern, which is supported by a natural stone pillar near the water’s edge. Between him and the river are two halfling-sized gray rodents with long tails and beady eyes. They rush to attack as soon as he notices them.

Rats

Before they get too far, Brarr counter charges with a roar, sweeping his massive battle axe at the far rat, but is knocked off balance by a stray rock. Eddie steps out from around the corner, throwing a bolt of golden flames at the closer rat. It instantly ignites and goes down squealing and smoldering. Maddy steps out from behind cover to toss a firebolt of her own, and scorches the remaining rat, as it locks its foaming jaws onto Brarr’s ankle. Devi runs up quickly, skewering it on her rapier. With the threats dealt with, the party licks their wounds, as Brarr finds a copper piece in the rats’ nest.

Continuing down the other side of the fork, the party finds a room where benches and tables are set up as workspaces where miners clean any gemstones they find. Gravel and pebbles are strewn on the ground. Scattered across the floor are a few hammers, picks, and broken lanterns. Devi searches the chamber, finding a small figurine of a dog carved out of rock, with two pebble-sized tourmalines for eyes. It appears to have been made by a miner while on break.

The echoing sounds of a waterfall drown out all other sound as the party finds wooden planks and struts forming a walkway along the wall of a seemingly bottomless vertical shaft. A narrow waterfall cascades down the northeast wall, seemingly coming from the underground river they found earlier.

A wooden pulley system has been constructed around a large hole in the floor of the next chamber. A bucket big enough to hold a humanoid is held up by thick rope. Three alcoves next to the lift contain wooden boards and mining equipment.

The party takes turns in the bucket, using the cranks in the bucket, and attached to the mechanism itself. The mechanism creaks as the bucket lift descends to the floor of a small cave where two dusty tunnels lead in opposite directions. Eddie determines that there are several sets of reptilian tracks travelling west, while only one set of tracks leads into (but not out of) the tunnel to the East.

Brarr walks to the East. A hole in the west side of this chamber opens into the central shaft, letting in the sound of the waterfall. The floor in the north end of the cave is five feet higher than in the south end, with a rocky ridge separating them and a slope on either side leading to the top of the ridge. The walls above the ridge gleam with gem deposits. Brarr looks for any sizable loose gems, and while not finding any readily available, he notices barbed tendrils hanging down from above. He calls out to the rest of the party as a massive beaked brain descends to be 15 feet above the floor.

Grey Matter

Maddy runs through the passage, directly below the barbed tendrils. She wipes her brow, chanting a quick incantation as she flings a bead of water up towards the brain. The drop freezes and grows into a shard of ice that pierces the brain and explodes. 

The brain shrieks in pain as Eddie runs past, expeditiously taking the high ground and flinging a golden firebolt at the brain. It goes wide as the extra speed he imbued himself with courses through his body, but he taps into his connection to the weave and pulls the bolt around to sear the floating grey matter.

The brain drops 10 feet down, wrapping its barbed tendrils around Maddy, piercing her with a paralyzing agent and knocking her unconscious. Her staff falls from her hands and clatters on the stone, as the brain quickly floats up back to a height of 15 feet with Maddy still in its grasp. It screeches and clamps its beak onto Maddy’s side, tearing through the minimal protection her robes and cold weather gear offer to rip off a chunk of her flesh.

Devi runs through the falling blood and viscera to fire her shortbow at the brain, but the arrow goes wide, deflecting off of the ceiling and clattering to the floor.

Ghaileigh runs up below the creature and her dying companion. With Maddy’s life blood dripping onto her, she shouts a prayer to Lathander, channeling divine energy into fully restoring Maddy to life. She chants another prayer, holding her shield high as a dolorous bell rings out and the floating brain screeches in agony.

Brarr runs towards it, axe held high. With a satisfying squishing noise, the axe lodges into the grey matter as Brarr pulls it down, slamming it to the ground. Maddy falls with it, seemingly still unable to move or act due to whatever poison flows through her veins.

Eddie runs up, clapping his hands together and drawing them apart again, electricity crackling between them as he brings his charged hands down upon the creature.

The creature, bleeding and convulsing, rights itself and lashes out at Brarr with its whiplike barbed tendrils, now obviously dripping with venom. Brarr blocks with his shield and chops at them with his axe, severing a few. Not finding success there it lunges at Devi, finding purchase with its beak on her left forearm as a deep crimson seeps through her thick winter coat.

She pries the monster off, and as it squeals in agony and rage, she thrusts her rapier into its beak and out of the top of its squishy form. It thrashes about for a few more seconds before falling silent and still. The echoing noises of combat are quickly drowned out by the rushing waterfall outside the hole to the West.

The party makes plans to return to the surface to rest as Maddy regains control of her body; however, returning to the bucket lift, they see two pairs of reptilian eyes staring at them from the West passage. Kobolds, daggers drawn and charging at the party with shrill war cries.

TL; DR

1. Brarr the bugbear joins the party as “The Muscle”
2. Brarr and Devi recognize each other
3. Dimble Kacnkle the Jeweler hires the party to investigate the Termalaine mine
4. Eddie buys daggers in bulk from Blackiron Blades
5. Brarr and Devi buy supplies from Blackiron Blades
6. Eddie tries to pay off his loan, but fails to persuade Leth the Loan Officer
7. The party departs to Termalaine
8. They hear about a reward to clear the mines of kobolds
9. The party enters the mines and kills some rats
10. Eddie finds kobold tracks
11. The party descends to the second level of the mine via bucket lift
12. Maddy is almost killed by a floating beaked brain
13. The party is about to be attacked by two kobolds

Icewind Dale has become trapped in a perpetual winter. Ferocious blizzards make the mountain pass through the Spine of the World exceedingly treacherous, and this land has not felt the warmth of the sun in over two years. In fact, the sun no longer appears above the mountains, not even in what should be the height of summer. In this frozen tundra, darkness and bitter cold reign as king and queen. Most dale residents blame Auril the Frostmaiden, the god of winter’s wrath. The shimmering aurora that weaves across the sky each night is said to be her doing—a potent spell that keeps the sun at bay.

Dalefolk live in a scattering of settlements known as Ten-Towns. The drop-off in caravans coming from the south and travel between settlements in this never-ending winter has left everyone feeling isolated. Although each town has resolved to appease the Frostmaiden with sacrifices of one kind or another, no respite from winter’s fury seems forthcoming. For adventurers such as yourselves, Ten-Towns is a place to test one’s mettle and, in the spirit of heroes who have come before, leave one’s mark on this frigid, blighted land.

The first stop for most visitors to Icewind Dale is Bryn Shander, a walled town perched atop a cold, lonely, wind-lashed hill. Bright lanterns suspended over narrow streets twist in the wind and add flecks of color to the town’s otherwise drab surroundings.

The friendliness in this settlement has dwindled of late. The unyielding winter has greatly reduced the number of visitors to Bryn Shander, and local trade is suffering for it, eating away at the locals’ sense of humor and goodwill. Still, there is no safer place in Icewind Dale to spend coin or spend the night.

We find ourselves in the Northlook, an Inn and Tavern run by a large man with weathered and scarred skin, dark hair with streaks of grey, and a neatly trimmed goatee. Scramsax tends to the Northlook now, but it was not too long ago that the greatsword hanging behind his cluttered bar was cutting through the many dangers of the north. The tavern is usually one of the rowdiest tap rooms in all of Bryn Shander, being a good place for adventurers and mercenaries to get gigs, but the winter and the dangers that come with it have led to the decline of such professions here. Not only is it more dangerous, but the economy of Ten Towns has suffered greatly, such that not many can afford such services anymore. Only a handful of patrons sit at the many tables surrounding a central crackling hearth. The pine floor bears a multitude of scars left by various brawls and crampons patrons have forgotten to doff before coming in, but is otherwise clean. The stone walls are heavily furnished with various trophies, including a large battle-scarred Knucklehead Trout mounted above a plaque that reads “Ol’ Bitey.”

Scramsax slides a metal tankard full of a golden mead a short distance across the pine bar to a gnome sitting next to a stool piled high with sets of cold weather gear. *Pete, will you please describe your character*

“Sell any of those fancy coats today lad?” he asks as the chef, an older dwarf smoking a pipe, the mouthpiece lost in a long grey beard, steps out of the kitchen holding two plates of knucklehead trout filets.

“Better luck next time” Scramsax says. The bored looking server, a half-orc woman, with dark hair tied back in a series of braids and a small club at her side as a threat to the rowdier guests, takes the plate and two more metal tankards of mead and walks over to a table with a human woman, her shield leaning against her chair displaying the symbol of Lathander, the morning lord. *Susan, would you please describe your character*

“‘Ere ya go luv,” she says as she puts the plate down in front of you, ”one plate o’ knucklehead, caught fresh last tenday out of Maer-Dualden.” She sets down one of the tankards as well, picking up an empty one.

She takes the remaining tankard to another table, this one occupied by a figure with their hood and cowl still raised, despite the crackling hearth. “And one mead fer you” The server sets the tankard down in front of them. Lowering their cowl, you see a row of sharp teeth, as the goblin takes a drink. *Casey, will you please describe your character*

“How much longer do you plan on stayin’ ‘ere?” Asks the server, towering above you. The question is a familiar one, as many tavern keepers and servers don’t take kindly to your visage.

“Stand down Olga, there ain’t any customers here, and even if there were, it wouldn’t matter. People don’t come here for the company, they come here for jobs.” He sighs “Not that we have any right now.”

Olga takes the last plate to a sullen dwarf, sitting alone off to the side of the tavern. A staff leaned up against the back of her chair. *James, please describe your character*

The Dwarves

Three stocky figures bundled in cold weather garb stumble toward you. They have snowshoes slung over their backs and ice picks fastened to their belts, and two of them have thick beards. The third holds up a gloved hand and says, through a thick wool scarf in a raspy voice, “Well met! I’m Hruna, and these are my friends, Korux and Storn. We need help, and heard this is the best place to find it.”

*everyone gathers at a table*

Hruna speaks for the group in a voice made raspy by years of smoking. She has lost her right ear and two fingers to frostbite.

Korux stares in silence and doesn’t talk much. He has lost three fingers, two toes, and his nose to frostbite.

Storn glances nervously up at the sky as though he’s expecting something to swoop down at any minute.

“We’re the survivors of a group of dwarves tasked with delivering a sled of iron ingots to Bryn Shander. A yeti surprised us and killed a member of our group. The rest of us fled as the yeti tore Oobok limb from limb. Now we need someone to go back and get the sled for us. As payment, we offer each of you a gemstone worth fifty gold pieces. The friendship of the dwarves of Icewind Dale can also be a boon in these harsh times. You’ll need snowshoes to make the trip in good time.”

The Hruna holds up a bloodstone the size of a coin and marks the sled’s location on a map

They rent dogs for the journey back.

The Scene of the Yeti Attack

You crest a snow-covered ridge and see a frozen, dismembered corpse in the gully in front of you. Snow covers some of the gory bits, but the headless torso and severed limbs are visible. You see tracks in the snow all around the corpse, and the telltale grooves in the snow left behind by a sled that has been hauled away.

Tracks of small humanoids are scattered around the site. The snow looks to have been brushed off the corpse.

Goblin Wagon

The creatures you’ve been following appear to be goblins, based on their stature. All six of them groan, grunt, and curse loudly as they haul the bulky sled toward what appears to be a twenty-foot-tall wagon parked in the snow. Harnessed to this conveyance are two roaring polar bears that don’t look happy.

My notes:

• Party is cresting a hill when they see them about 120 feet away
• They can see 6  figures standing roughly between 3 and 4 feet tall.
• Their cold weather gear appears mismatched and cobbled together from scraps.
• Some of them have blades hidden in scabbards while others have bows strung over their shoulders
• All of them are pushing a sled with a bulky canvas tarp thrown over the top
• In the distance, about 250 feet away, torch light escapes through gaps between planks and furs, combined into a towering cart
• 2 large, white-furred shapes lie between massive tusks affixed to either side of the cart, with lines connected to harnesses tying them to the cart
• Those with high enough perception see the hawk circling the cart

Negotiations went smoothly, with the goblin boss Izobai sending Zelk and Kruglot to negotiate. They recognize Devi from a place called Karkolohk, apparently a goblin town, encampment, or fortress from Devi’s past. Chief Yarb-Gnock is mentioned (Yarb-Gnock means “Ever Gnawing” in Goblin) who apparently took control of Karkolohk about a year ago. Some other goblins left at that time too. The deal for the iron is struck for the crag cat body location and Eddy’s merchant scales. The goblins pack up and leave with hoots and hollers of excitement. Devi looks maybe a little sad. 2 days back to Bryn Shander.

Total rewards:

4 bloodstones (50 gp each) – Maddy sold hers\

10% discount at Blackiron Blades

Purchased 4 crampons and 4 goggles for a total of 20 gold.

Katabatic winds sweep down from the Reghed Glacier, ceaselessly battering anything that dares to grow or breathe in Icewind Dale. Without fail, these winds find their way through every chink and crack, every opening in the warmest furs, every tent flap, every roof and board of the strongest homes, draining away any hint of warmth.

The sun, held down below the horizon by the Frostmaiden’s magic, offers no respite from winter’s fury. The days are twilit, the nights dark. As Auril casts her nightly spell, a curtain of light weaves across the starry sky to keep the dawn at bay—an aurora that portends an everlasting winter. Storms bring driving hail and sleet that leaves everything coated in a sheath of ice. Snow piles in deep drifts and blocks all trails leading south to warmer lands. The ice cliffs of the Reghed Glacier rise in the east like prison walls, while the snow-capped peaks of the Spine of the World loom to the south. North and west, the Sea of Moving Ice churns icebergs and floes in a deadly tumult, like winter grinding its teeth in anticipation of its next freezing assault.

Trapped in winter’s cold embrace, nomadic humans follow herds of reindeer through their migrations, while others dare the treacherous waters of the Sea of Moving Ice in search of fish, seals, walruses, and whales to sustain them. Dwarves dig into the earth to seek shelter and mine for iron. Meanwhile, folk descended from foolhardy and treasure-mad immigrants eke out meager lives in Ten-Towns, which can barely hold back the wind, let alone marauding orcs, giants, and fierce tundra yeti.

Despite the unnatural cold and other dangers, people still brave the journey to reach this harsh winterscape, searching for opportunity and adventure.

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Ten Towns

Like the famous drow Drizzt Do’Urden, many people who come to Ten-Towns are outcasts, fugitives, or pariahs in search of a place where they can be tolerated, if not accepted. Some came here determined to make their fortunes. Others come for solitude, or to escape notice and stay out of the reach of the law of the southern cities. Today, four hundred years after the formation of Ten-Towns, most folk are here because they were born here, grew up here, and expect to die here. They’re fishers, loggers, miners, hunters, trappers, furriers, and traders accustomed to the harsh climate, the slow pace, and the isolation. Like the hardy lichens and determined reindeer of the tundra, residents endure and do what’s needed to survive.

Icewind Dale has few trees, so lumber is cut from the slopes of the Spine of the World or the depths of the Lonelywood Forest. Stone from the hills and valleys surrounding Kelvin’s Cairn supplements wood as a building material in Ten-Towns. Homes have sharply pitched roofs to prevent snow from accumulating on them.

The people of Ten-Towns wear layers of woolen clothing often topped off with fur cloaks. Under these heavy clothes and cloaks, one resident looks very much the same as another. Outdoors, it’s hard to tell the people of Ten-Towns apart.

Fishing

Most of the ten towns except Bryn Shander are built on the shores of three big lakes. The largest population of knucklehead trout is in Maer Dualdon, the deepest of the lakes. Redwaters, the shallowest lake, almost completely freezes in winter, making fishing there difficult. Lac Dinneshere catches the worst of the winds blowing off the Reghed Glacier to the east and thus has the roughest waters. Small thermal vents at the bottom of these lakes keep them from freezing completely, even in the coldest winters.

Ten-Towns fishing boats are simple affairs. The smallest are rowboats and single-masted skiffs that require careful handling to avoid capsizing. Larger, twin-masted cogs and keelboats with single decks handle the wind and waves better. These ships fly the flags of their towns and provide fish for the whole community, not for any individual fisher.

When thick ice covers the lakes, many fishers stay to the shelters of their homes and hearths, but the most dedicated or desperate cut holes in the ice and dangle their lines down in hopes of tempting hungry trout.

Sacrifices

The desperate people of Ten-Towns, hoping to appease Auril so that summer can return to Icewind Dale, make sacrifices to the Frostmaiden on nights of the new moon. This is a new practice that started a little over a year ago, when it became clear that Auril was angry and summer would not be returning anytime soon. The town speakers (see the “Council of Speakers” sidebar) have unanimously agreed to honor these practices, which they consider necessary evils.

The nature of the sacrifices varies from town to town, but usually takes one of three forms:

Humanoid. Bryn Shander, Easthaven, and Targos hold lotteries the afternoon before the new moon. The unlucky person whose name is drawn is sacrificed at nightfall. The ill-fated soul is stripped bare and either tied to a post or sent into the tundra to die. Accusations of rigged lotteries are common but usually not acted upon.

Food. Smaller towns that can’t afford to give up people give up their food instead. A day’s catch of knucklehead trout is strung up on wooden racks a mile outside town, to be claimed by yeti and other creatures that embody Auril’s wrath.

Warmth. Towns that can’t bring themselves to give up their people or their food forsake warmth for a night. No fires are lit between dusk and dawn, forcing locals to share body heat for warmth. Anyone who dares to light a fire is savagely beaten.

Bremen

Founded by dwarf prospectors, the sleepy town of Bremen sits on the west bank of Maer Dualdon, at the mouth of the Shaengarne River. Bremen’s harbor has frozen, requiring local fishers to haul their boats across the ice to put them in the lake. Visitors who lack a boat can reach Bremen only by crossing the river, which is mostly frozen over. Targos, Termalaine, and Lonelywood are all visible from the docks on clear days.

If Auril’s everlasting winter has one benefit, it’s that the hardy folk of Bremen are spared the seasonal floods that normally threaten the town in early summer. That’s not to say that the long nights, frigid air, and howling blizzards provide any comfort. They don’t.

Bryn Shander

The first stop for most visitors to Icewind Dale is Bryn Shander, a walled town perched atop a cold, lonely, wind-lashed hill. Bright lanterns suspended over narrow streets twist in the wind and add flecks of color to the town’s otherwise drab surroundings.

The friendliness in this settlement has dwindled of late. Auril’s unyielding winter has greatly reduced the number of visitors to Bryn Shander, and local trade is suffering for it, eating away at the locals’ sense of humor and goodwill. Still, there is no safer place in Icewind Dale to spend coin or spend the night.

The walls of the town stand some 30 feet high and are defined by two concentric rings of upright wooden poles, the gap between them filled with dirt and rubble. The outer ring of poles rises above the top of the wall, providing a rampart for defenders stationed on the wood-planked walkway. The wall’s hinged gates are 15 feet tall and can be barred from the inside with iron-banded wood beams. These gates are closed when it’s dark outside—which is to say more often than not.

Caer-Dineval

In generations past, travelers to Caer-Dineval had to follow the rocky shore of Lac Dinneshere until after several hours they spied a small fortress (the “caer” for which the town is named) jutting up from the prominence where it overlooks the lake. A ferry out of Easthaven made the arduous trek unnecessary for merchants and other travelers, but the ferry was discontinued two months ago, cutting off Caer-Dineval (and its eastward neighbor, Caer-Konig) from the rest of Ten-Towns except by the overland route.

Caer-Konig

The white, snow-covered slopes of Kelvin’s Cairn loom large behind this quiet lakeside town. Caer-Konig started as a camp for a group of mountaineers from the northern Moonsea region. As the camp grew, a wooden palisade was added to discourage raiders. Later came the stone castle of Caer-Konig. Alas, neither the palisade nor the castle fared well; both fell to orcs before falling into ruin.

Caer-Konig as it is known today consists of terraced rows of houses that recede from the shore of Lac Dinneshere like the tiers of an amphitheater. The harbor is frozen, its docks skewed and broken by the shifting ice. Buried under the snow on the slopes above the last row of houses are the ruins of the Caer that gave the town its name—a reminder to the people of Caer-Konig that nothing lasts in this corner of the world.

Travel to and from this remote town was expedited by the ferry that ran out of Easthaven, but with the ferry shut down, Caer-Konig is completely cut off by mountains, lake, and snow.

Dougan’s Hole

Dougan’s Hole is the smallest and most insular of the ten towns. Its residents aren’t fond of visitors, and inbreeding has caused the population to dwindle in recent years. It also has given rise to often-seen physical deformities, including but not limited to small, misshapen ears and slightly pointed teeth.

The town is a small cluster of dwellings perched on the edge of Redwaters that is too small to support any industry—not even scrimshaw.

Easthaven

Walking into Easthaven is like stepping into Icewind Dale’s past—the place is a living example of the boomtown way of life that gripped all of Ten-Towns centuries ago. In the generations since, as other towns have settled into a predictable pattern of existence, Easthaven has continued to grow and reinvent itself. After the Eastway was paved, Easthaven evolved into a frontier traders’ paradise, fueling the jealousy of its neighbors.

Good Mead

Founded by immigrants from Chult and the Vilhon Reach, Good Mead is nestled between Redwaters and a nearby evergreen forest. The town’s squat dwellings, adorned with carvings of dinosaurs and serpents, are overshadowed by the two-story structure of the mead hall, its eaves carved and painted to resemble wyverns. As honey is the key ingredient in mead, the town literally buzzes with the droning of bees.

Every tavern in Icewind Dale is accustomed to receiving regular mead deliveries, and the town can’t produce or deliver its mead fast enough.

Lonelywood

Founded by a Sembian family from Urmlaspyr, Lonelywood is a quiet town of loggers, fishers, and scrimshanders scratching out a living on the edge of the world. The town’s oldest buildings and docks bear carvings of dragons, lions, and goats that pay deference to the family’s crest, which featured a chimera.

Roughly half of Lonelywood’s able-bodied residents trawl the lake for knucklehead trout, while most of the others spend their days in the forest felling and hewing the trees that are used to construct boats and buildings. Lonelywood’s timber is taken by cart to be sold in other settlements, Termalaine and Targos in particular.

For as long as Ten-Towns has existed, Lonelywood has attracted the region’s shadiest element, from unrepentant thieves to cold-hearted killers. The thick forest looming behind it conceals the dark and sordid dealings that sometimes transpire there.

Targos

Like Bryn Shander, Targos is encircled by a wooden wall, which helps to protect the town against orcs and other threats from the wilderness. The wall extends out into the lake, creating a safe harbor for the town’s boats. But now Auril’s long winter has frozen the water in the harbor, and many of Targos’s boats are trapped in the ice. Fishers must drag their smaller vessels across the ice to get to the unfrozen lake beyond the harbor walls.

Almost all the towns in Icewind Dale make their living off the lakes, but nowhere is that fact more evident than in Targos. The town has always had the biggest fishing fleet and the biggest fishing industry, and everything that goes on here revolves around hauling the knucklehead trout out of Maer Dualdon. Auril’s endless winter makes the work harder, but it gets done nonetheless.

Termalaine

Founded by Calishite settlers who appreciated beauty, Termalaine is widely regarded as the most picturesque town in Icewind Dale, spreading out from the shore of Maer Dualdon and bordered on the north and west by tall pines. Its buildings incorporate carvings of wizards, homunculi, tigers, and smiling djinn.

For most visitors, the enchantment of the town is dispelled as soon as they feel the icy claws and teeth of the cold wind sweeping down from the north, shearing through their layers of clothing. Termalaine was built in the path of this dreadful gale, which continues well past the town to harry fishers on the southern half of the lake.

In addition to fishers, shipbuilders, and scrimshanders, Termalaine is home to miners who harvest gemstones from a cavern complex set into a low hill north and east of the settlement.

Healing Potions

• You may drink a healing potion as a bonus action, and roll the healing normally. 
• You may instead spend an action to receive the maximum amount of hit points from the quaffed potion.

The “I Know a Guy” Rule

• This rule encourages roleplaying and makes the characters feel like they are a part of a connected world
• During the campaign, up to a number of times equal to your starting charisma modifier (minimum of once) you may say that you know a guy and work with the DM to quickly make an NPC to aid you in your journey.
• Typically this would be used to help make progress.
• The DM will secretly roll a persuasion check for the character who activated this rule to gauge the NPC’s attitude towards the party.
• Examples of NPCs that might be created using this rule
  • Someone to help you lie low for a while
  • A cartographer who may know some places of interest nearby
  • A friendly guard who might help you resolve some trouble with the law
• The NPC could help by getting you information, acquiring certain items, providing the party a safe place to rest, or more.
• This rule can also be referred to as the “Lando Calrissian Rule”

Icewind has experienced constant winter since 1487. The end of winter in 1489 remains to be seen.

Some local hero guy, a dark elf ranger, busted up a black crystal tower so be on the lookout for black crystals.

Goddess Auril, aka Goddess of Winter’s Wrath, seems to be at the center of the winter problems. Someone is flying around on an aurora-trailing massive roc.

10 am – 2 pm is twilight. A full moon helps as well.

Ten-Towns region has begun making new-moon sacrifices to Auril. Sometimes warmth. Sometimes food. Sometimes animals. Sometimes … humanoids.

Major exports are knucklehead trout and scrimshaw headbones. GDP is down since lakes are frozen up.

Tentrail is a major road south into Spine of the World. Walking is slow. Snowshoes are faster. Dogsleds are faster. Axebeaks are fastest.

Don’t get your parka wet or you’ll die.

Lando rule: maybe you know a guy who knows a guy who can get you out of a jam. Maybe not.

Healing potion: bonus action to drink and roll, full action to max

Crit failure: auto miss, nothing worse

Maiming rules: refer to table of calamitous maiming

Party is in good with a local bartender, Scramsax, proprietor of the Northlook Inn. He is a reformed adventurer himself and has a soft spot for them, but his displayed great sword reminds everyone that there are limits to his indulgence.