Traveling across the desert, the group makes their way to the mysterious city. When within site of the city walls it becomes evident that the entire area used to be somewhere else. It looks as though the entire city was plucked from a mountain region and dropped here in the middle of the desert. There are trees and other vegetation surrounding the city as well as a waterfront and docks that also seems to have been transplanted to this location.
Upon arrival at the gates the elves in the group (Orthan, Greenleaf & Skilver) are looked over very closely. Greenleaf must pay a toll of 100gp presumably because of his race and alignment. It seems as though the city is slanted toward the evil side of things. The gate clerk (Armigan) asks each of the group their name and occupation. Each member is then given a ribbon with a wax bead that signifies his permission to be in the city. Then the group begins their exploration of the strange but wondrous town.
Looking for lodging the party enters a tavern. Inside the barkeep is a troll and waiters are kobolds. (Just say no to kobolds thud) When the group tries to pay for a room it is discovered that the city has it’s own monetary system and no other forms of platinum, gold, silver or copper are accepted. After traveling to the city tax collector to exchange for local currency, the group returns to the tavern to procure a room for the night. Three elves (Orthan TH/A, Skilver MU/C & Greenleaf D) Two humans (Raineer F/MU & Max MU/D) & a half ogre (Thud F) share one room that is empty. Skilver fills the room with magically conjured hay and all sleep well.
The following day calls for a trip to the market district. Good thing the group purchased that map from the soldiers in the foothills. Along the way on a crowded street thud is attacked by a robber. The thief approaches and thrusts his dagger at Thud. Thud dodges the blade and returns a bare fist punch.20 the robber’s head splits like a honeydew in July. The group leaves the man dead in the street and travels on trying to avoid authorities or further escalation. The group begins to browse the shops, taverns and brothels of the market district. Again out of the crowd dives a madman foaming at the mouth. Max is surprised as the lunatic jumps on his back. Raineer looses a folly of magic missiles and the man falls limp to the ground. Again the party moves off quickly to avoid any unnecessary entanglements. Thanks to Raineer.
Seeing a sign that reads Ale House the party enters an interesting tavern called the Trident Pub. The bartender is an ogre and the waters are hobbits. Skilver muddles “mmm… Hobbits are kind of peppery.” Raineer and Thud sit and enjoy a plate of various cheeses. “Which one did I try” asking Thud, brings a reply from Raineer “I’m not keeping track of your cheese”. Talking with the bartender brings interesting information. The barkeep claims that the lands outside the city are a highland region called the Thunder Mountains. He has lived here all of his life and never seen the desert. Someone asks, “Why did we come here…?”
I wanted food and drink. Who knew it would be so expensive. That beer was the fireball, but 10gps.
The troll’s prices are much more reasonable. The whores are going off. I think Thud made the right move. Slaves. Fuckwhores. At least thats cheap. If he lives maybe I’ll give it try. Shit, gotta love this evil city, even the foaming zombie attackers add a certian charm. No pussys here, {“oh, the laws protect my weak ass”}I hate those soft fat fucks in cities like Waterdeep. As nice as this city is, I think we need to get the fuck out of here or its just going to be a money drain.
We gambled and lost. If profit or power doesn’t show up soon, its time to leave.
“Greenleaf, that whore was eyeing you”
“Max,its time to let loose and hit the slavegirls”
“Orthan, quit slinking in the back and drink”
“Skillver, your ranseur is drooping”
“Thud,you the ogre. Dropping fools in the streets,
dropping your pants in the street, slaves,boozing,
and general debauchery”
I guess every halfogre has his day.
Well the City of the IO certainly has its charm for those of us with a darker set of values. However it also seems to release the most base elements of the short lived humanoid races. Pity how these peoples see the need to fill every moment with pleasures of the flesh. And so much consumption of alcohol! One would think when not drinking they are fantasizing about drinking.
I am curious what the long term play of this “Invincible Overlord” is. The amount of energy and power it must have taken to transport a whole city rather bogles the mind. Certainly not done on a whim. If this is the beginning of a wide spread power grab it might behoove us to find out how we can make ourselves useful. Having the proper world view and knowledge of the lands could be a valuable commodity to the right people.
To my own delight I was happy to hear that the Church of Belial is flourishing here. I have been sad at how under represented the Church is in most cities. I must make my way to the Section of the city devoted to the Temples of the Gods as soon as possible. I need to pay respect to Belial, make contacts, and see if I am needed by the Temple. Perhaps the Clerics will be able to advise me how to best interact with city officials or factions that can help us find our place in this new land.
Wow, this desert city is something else! I looks like it was dropped here from somewhere else, and it has everything an evil being could want. Thudmeister is in heaven, at least his version of it. Is the assassin going to seek audience with the demon overlord? Hope he doesn’t get his soul sucked out of him…..
Every half ogre has his day but how many find their home?
This place has it all! Doubtlessly due to the sensible practice of keeping down the Batears, those sanctimonious fucks will run the fun from the most wild & free orgy.
I am quite curious as to the Governor of this wondrous city, truly wise…. powerful indeed…..and it would seem…………… some what desperate.
No doubt Thud is enjoying himself immensely. Whoring with different races (better than the dead), killing in the streets and boozing in the bars. This city has it all. Though we still have not discovered a vendor selling magic, the other pleasures have been abundant. Where Waterdeep had the harpers guaranteeing a good slant on things we have the overlord pressing the other side of the circle. Can a druid find no balance when it comes to civilization?
I am hoping that Orthan can get an audience with either the city governor or the great Overlord himself.
I also have an interest in knowing if the city has been physically moved from another part of the world and who could be responsible for such powerful magic. Could it have anything to do with the destruction of Neverwinter…?