AlurenDarkfire

"Robbed me blind, they did" the jeweler explained, tears in his eyes. "I told the Watch, and they said they'd 'do their best'." His hands formed quotations in the air as he said it. "Pfft" "They're not all bad. Sometimes they're hands are tied. Not mine." The jeweler nodded. "That's why I wanted to find you. They say you're good." "I never toot my own horn. How much?" "Over 300 gold pieces worth. Mostly rings and necklaces, but some coins as well." he nervously wiped his brow, his brown eyes meeting green. "Please, if they trace it back to me..." "Don't worry." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The fat merchant stumbled about. He had f

Everything was quiet; just the way he liked it. Daryll turned the handle of the next door on their patrol. Locked. He nodded to the others, and they moved to the next. This went on all night, the group moving from door to door, keeping an eye out for any trouble that might come across the Sea Ward. They had a new recruit this night, an eager young Blade by the name of Damien. This was his first night with the Waterdeep Watch, and it couldn't be more obvious. His face wore a broad smile and he would constantly play with his weapon, a sturdy metal club, twirling it and admiring his uniform in any reflection he could find. Daryll couldn't reall

Aluren focused hard on the form in front of him, a short stocky figure in spiked full-plate armor, as he quickly muttered the incantation of his next spell, fingers quickly moving into the intricate and complex gestures required. "An army of the dead, eh?" he heard his companion ask the dark elf priestess before them, "Kinda dramatic, don't yeh think?" They wouldn't hear her response; Aluren finished his spell at that moment and pushed forward with an open hand sending Bragon, his battle-hungry friend, hurtling towards the cleric at an incredible speed. He grinned in spite of himself. The maneuver had been Bragon's idea after all. The dwar