Sage of Shadowdale has something to say about pretty much everything.
Despite having outlets in Dragon Magazine, Dungeon
Adventures, and Polyhedron Newszine, the Old Mage still
has more to say about Faerûn. Not wanting to anger an archmage, we decided
it would be best to give him a regular column from which to discuss the
well, young one...
ye that I began this series of little missives to demonstrate that every
small backwater of Faerûn has its history, its little mysteries, and its
folk and features of interest. Look not for adventure -- for it lies at
thy elbow, behind or beneath yon tree, or through the nearest door. Seek
it too aggressively, mind ye, and ye risk being deemed a dangerous troublemaker,
a mantle most adventurers become all too familiar with as their careers
the settlement thus far under our exhaustive examination, was merely my
example, lying as it does next door to Shadowdale along the trade road.
Ye could choose any place and uncover as much of interest, or more. In
fact, if ye had patience enough to bear with me as I descended into years
of gossip and family feuds and the like, we could spend another year or
three learning more of Voonlar and its adventuring possibilities.
the various temples folk have founded in Voonlar have all been plundered
more than once, and many have suffered internal strife and long-lasting
schism -- and in all of these affrays valuables have gone missing. Many
such have of course been spirited away, to be traded, lost, hidden, melted
down, or exchanged elsewhere in Faerûn. Some, however, undoubtedly lie
shallowly buried beneath the roots of this or that tree in the woods to
the west or south of Voonlar, or even in a particular spot in the town
dump or hard by a handy fencepost in the surrounding fields. Smaller caches
of valuables undoubtedly inhabit hollows and hidden cavities in cottage
walls or lie beneath specific stall floors in stables.
we've by no means exhausted the secrets of Voonlar.
such I'll share now -- for it shall lead us away from Voonlar on into
other places, and more adventures.
the mage Perendra, with whom (before her unfortunate demise) I was wont
to share occasional afternoons. We spent them smoking pipes and draining
handy tankards as we talked over those dread secrets wizards discuss in
private (such as how prices are rising everywhere and things growing darker
and grimmer over all Faerûn, how the weather disappoints but is nothing
compared to its legendary misbehaviors in our youth, the rarity of good
rulers everywhere compared to those same long-ago glory days, and other
matters that are, like those I've mentioned, only of interest to mages).
I miss the lass, I do . . . but then, at my age, I could fill several
good-sized kingdoms with departed friends whom I miss dearly.
I was telling ye of Perendra's little secret. Actually she had several
choice secrets, both large and small, but the one germane to our present
discourse is a portal she created (or modified after discovering
it, I know not which). It still exists today and may be freely used by
anyone who avoids brigands and lurking Zhents. I don't believe either
end of it lies under close observation or guard. Which means, of course,
that it's practically a trumpet call to adventure . . .
that the time? I must away and shatter a tower with spells right now,
but I'll return, fear ye not (or fear ye, as the case may be), to unfold
more of this matter!
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