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Lord Neverember, Open Lord of Waterdeep, self proclaimed protector of Neverwinter, and a sophisticated rear end in a top hat who sits on top of a mountain gold, invites the player to his hall to speak of unrest emerging from a nearby Orc tribe. He amuses the players with a hospitality that is normally reserved for far more dignified guests such as Kings and Queens. The players are treated to rare and tasteful delicacies and fine spirits of foreign lands, tobacco of the richest flavors, and the entertainment of musicians that lingered in the heart and lifted the spirits days on after they were heard.

As the time passed and all players were comfortable, seeing that his company was pleased, Lord Neverwinter began to speak...

“Friends of Neverwinter, I am pleased that you are enjoying my humble hospitality, yet I must confess I brought you here for a purpose. Events have recently transpired that disrupt the delicate balance of Neverwinter and with that the protection of this city that I am...”

Enter the rear end in a top hat Bard.

: “What are you protecting!? This city is falling apart and you don’t do anything but sit in comfort while the city suffers. Who do you think you are you vagrant!?”



...

The guard stands at attention at the Winged Wyvern Bridge. In his time employed by Lord Neverember the guard has attempted follow through with his duty enamored with the vision Lord Neverember holds of attempting to return the city back to its former glory.

The players approach the bridge.

: “Halt! None are allowed to cross this bridge without paying the toll.”

The party contemplates paying the toll and after a while one of the players politely objects, questioning to the toll, bringing up the fact that they were hired by Neverember, after all.

: “Although perhaps unreasonable, the toll goes to help the...”

Enter the rear end in a top hat Bard.

: “You’re retarded or rather incompetent if you think I shall pay the toll! Why should I be tarried to pay a toll to the horrible likes of you? I am delivered unto you by Lord Neverember! You are daft if you believe I shall pay, daft I say!”



...

The Bard finds himself standing on the opposite side of a great door that leads into the Chasm. A section of the city, blockaded from the rest, plagued by monstrous creatures known to be spell-scarred who derive pleasure in killing anything and everything. As the Bard looks on group of these foul creatures hurl them-selves towards him.

DM : “What do you plan on doing? The beasts are coming straight for you.”

AB : “Are the guards readying themselves?”

Note: The wall stands around him for a great distance to his left and his right, just a moment ago he had been on the other side and the guards (particularly the Guard from the previous story) backhanded him and had his companions toss him onto the side of the wall (the side he is currently in) and closed the massive wooden doors behind him.

: “Um, no you don’t suspect the guards are readying themselves. So, what do you do?”

: “I will wait till they are out twenty-five feet from me. Do the guards notice the beasts?”

: “You hear a call to arms issue forth from above you, but quickly the call is muffled.”

: ”Okay! When the beasts near the twenty-five foot mark I cast light on top of the monsters so the guards can see them and launch a volley!”

: ...

: “Are the guards shooting?”

: “No... and the creatures are quickly approaching. You notice you don’t have much time left before they are on top of you -- what do you do?

: ”I wait till the guards fire off a volley.”

Initiative roll, the monsters go first. The Bard gets absolutely destroyed within seconds.

: ”Wait… why didn’t the guards fire off a volley?”

: “So… who wants to play Chutes and Ladders?”