Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

As spring rains swept through the Greenfields, the wagon of Rocky Creek found themselves in a bind. The trail had become sloppy, causing an axle to snap. Without any other option the group made camp just off the road and sent one of the workers back to Greenest. They unhitched the fastest horse and sent him along with blessings of a safe trip and speedy return.

Over the course of the two day delay they had seen very little activity along the Uldoon Trail. Most just passed by the camp with a look in their direction. One wagon, with a family inside, stopped to share the fire for a night. They were welcomed with open arms by the folk of Rocky Creek. Sharing stories of home and offering blessing of hope and well-being. The Luckbringer, offering a sermon to the travelers and crew about toils of the road and the luck of finding friends in odd places.

Once the rider had returned with the company's last wagon hauling the fresh axle, the broken axle was repaired and the horse hitched. The two wagons of the company parted ways, one heading back to Greenest as the group pressed on to Berdusk.

After another day or so upon the Uldoon Trail they finally crested a hill to reveal the Jewel of the Vale, Berdusk. The city was a sight to behold with its bustling traffic, both upon the roads and the River Chionthar. They descended the road toward Moondown Isle crossing over the river through Riverroad Gate. The stone and mortar towers pierced the skyline like sentries to the city as they made their way to Shondaleir Street. The steep roofed stone houses crowded together like so many books on a shelf, along cobbled streets. The company carved a path to the corner where The Sign of the Silver Sword Inn resides. The place they would be staying while conducting business within Berdusk.

It was here that Jackard and Solomon split ways. The Waukeenar would head off to negotiate with the owners of Alamather's by the Water and Thunderwood Forays, while the Luckbringer would head to Amberside, the bustling market of the sprawling city. Solomon would throw his men a pouch of coin and tell them to go have fun and to meet them back at the inn once the sun set below the horizon.

* * * *

In Greenest, or even Baldur's Gate herself, the haute couture, at times gaudy, garb Jackard was known to wear could turn heads and lift brows. Not here in Berdusk. The streets were crawling with minstrels and performers. Ladies holding as still as a statue, jugglers and flautists busking for coin where they could. As the merchant stopped to enjoy them each in turn, his elegant fur cloak covering his own zalantar flute, he happily handed out coin and praise, alike. Enjoying a particular lutist's tunes he gave him a full tradebar, valued at one thousand coin-weight, with promise of another if he brought his lute to Orniff's in Greenest before Highharvestide that fall.

As he strolled farther upon the Gollahaer, and thus nearing Alamather's shop, his glee became more focused, as his attention turned inward. Alamather would be the first contact on this trip. Tasked by the Queen to find a source for greater armament and adventuring gear, rumors of the unique nature of Alamather's goods seemed worth a visit. His success today would be vital to not only strengthen their ties with the Queen, but secure commerce for her people.

Just before he reached the shop itself he ducked within an alley. Waiting for a moment alone he spoke words of self-enchantment. His skin prickled as he felt a cool breeze overcome him, and his confidence was steeled. His fingers worked deftly as he gestured as he worked through the magic he'd cast a thousand times before. Repeating the lines of a poem he'd known since his early days of performing, he exited the alley and approached the shop. Only the last two lines were trailing on his lips as arrived.

"And thus Raheel el Abid,
the Golden Pasha of the Purse;
Did win away the north-lord's jewels,
with a smile and a verse.."

As he passed the threshold into the crammed shop, his excitement quickly faltered as he noticed some of the goods on the shelves. Neatly arranged were the tools and curiosities of professional killers. Trapped goblets, needle-rings, and other tools widened the Tethyrians eyes only momentarily. He nodded once to himself, and moved deeper into the shop. It was there he found what he was looking for - trinkets and baubles with minor magics, both protective and benign. Amulets that lent knowledge, rings that offered strength, and other marvels of the realms. It was there, too, that he found the shopkeep, Alamather, and did his best to find common ground. His mission was to secure goods to be sold in Greenest, but he was clear what he was after - and what he wasn't. Laying it out clearly for the man he poured on all the charm and significant experience he held in trade. He did his best to arrange for wagons of unique and wondrous items to be traded in Greenest, in the name of the Queen.

Satisfied with his efforts, he left the store, stowing a simple scroll into his bejeweled leather hip case. Straightening his hat, running his finger along the brim of his feathered cap and down his waxed goatee he looked right and left with a smile. One down, one to go.

As he crossed over the Handspan Bridge on his way to Thunderwood Forays, he stopped a moment to peer into the Clearspring below, taking in the beauty. A short water, its head and mouth both visible to the eye, it was not unlike Rocky Creek back in his new home of Greenest. An unexpected sigh of longing escaped him then, refocusing him toward his goal.

Jackard smiled as he past the Three Brave Harpists tankard house; a bawdy chorus spilled forth as the doors opened and a pair of maidens exited, laughing and stumbling upon one another. If he had the time, he would be sure to return to that spot. He turned upon the Minstrelride, a finely paved road, cleaner than others. The stained glass windows, the door men in fine raiment, and the just-so flower beds marked these as the homes of the wealthy.

A few more coins gone to the waiting hands of children and performers, Jackard rounded the corner and caught sight of his next destination, Thunderwood Forays, a highly recommended shop for adventuring gear of all sorts. It was less than he had expected. A tall stone house like all of the others, but with its stonework crumbling, and dark green trim unassuming. The sign said he was in the right place, but he wondered.

The chaotic labyrinth of displays, stairs, balconies and catwalks above were difficult to take in, but through it he found the proprietor - one Olbrimsur Thunderwood - and made his case for the village of Greenest. He offered respect and courtesy for the man, who he had heard was once (and perhaps still) a powerful adventurer. He explained his need - crossbows, bolts, and other weapons of simple folk and militia - to be sold in Greenest at the behest of her grace, Queen Dharva. It was her hope, and the hope of Rocky Creek Trade Company, to build up commerce, and Thunderwood's goods would do nicely within the Greenfields. He tells tales of Jackard and Solomon's exploits on the Sword Coast, if he will hear them, and ensures the old ranger that Greenest is a goodly land.

It was late in the day when he finally exited the shop. A second scroll in his case, and a broad smile upon his lips, he hastened toward the Sign of the Silver Sword.

* * * *

As the Luckbringer made his way through the city he spread his wealth among the street performers and vendors. Stopping to watch displays of sleight of hand and juggling, as well as sampling the local food provided by curbside peddlers. He always enjoyed his time within this city, appreciating the diversity of the entertainment and regional cuisine. He made sure to offer blessing of Lady Luck to those partaking in games of chance, cheering for those who won and offering smiles of encouragement to those down on their luck.

As he entered Amberside he kept his eyes peeled for those of his company. They had arrived a few days before and were sure to be selling wares from the Rocky Creek tent stall. Upon spotting them he smiled upon his approach and was met with welcoming jubilation. He informed them of where he and Jackard were staying, offering them a meal if they wished to meet after the sun had set. Seeing as they were quite busy haggling with inhabitants of the market, he moved on to seek out the vendors from Asbravn.

As he spotted the red standard of the farming village to the north, he drew near to their stall and perused their goods. Grains and vegetables as well as canned meats and fresh cheeses seemed to be the main staple of what they had to offer. Talking to the man in charge, Solomon struck a conversation with him about an ongoing trade agreement with Greenest, in Queen Scatterheart’s name. As a token of trust and goodwill, the Luckbringer told the merchant to sample the goods from the Rocky Creek stall. He assured him that some deal could be struck, should the Asbravnian merchant see something he likes. Solomon spoke to him of Greenest in length, telling him of the local wares. Wagon parts and furs, grains and hand woven baskets, just to name a few. He praised the Queen, speaking of her in the highest regard. Promising the merchant that an agreement with Greenest was a solid and sure thing that would provide blessings to both communities. With a firm handshake and a warm smile, Solomon parted ways with his newly found acquaintance.

With the evening fast approaching, Solomon made his way back to The Sign of the Silver Sword to meet with Jackard and the workers of Rocky Creek. There they would tell tales of their day and accomplishments over plates of hot river crab and tankards of ale. The chef, Shundasza Broadaxe, a one eyed dwarven lass would bring plate after plate to the table for the company. She was met with praise and showered in coin for providing them with this wonderful delicacy. Jackard even seemed to sweet talk her into writing down the recipe so that he could give it to Orniff. Those of Rocky Creek drank and feasted through the night until early morn before parting ways.

* * * *

When the sun rose to begin the day Jackard and a few of his men took to the wagon, to return to Greenest. He would provide Queen Scatterheart with an accounting of their journey and hand off a letter that Solomon sent along with him. While the others would return to their stall to continue selling their wares until the wagon from Ireiabor returned to join them on the trip home. The Luckbringer would stay behind. He would tell Jackard he had other business within the city that he needed to see to. Telling him that he would return to Greenest upon completion of his tasks.

As the laden wagon left Berdusk, Solomon would wave them on with a broad smile upon his face. Proud of the company he was a part of and the friends he has in Jackard and his men. As they disappeared into the bustling city, Solomon would make is way toward Castle Hill. His business was his own and not that of his company. Something he needed to do. He knew this both in his heart and his soul. The Luckbringer blended with the crowd as he made his way on to fulfill his destiny....


///Written by VDub and BDobolina
///Approved by DM Soulcatcher

VDub wrote: ↑Tue Apr 16, 2019 1:44 pm After receiving a letter from a merchant friend, Solomon makes his way back to the hamlet of Greenest. He finds comfort in the fires of the inn while sharing stories of his trip with any who will listen. Upon his return he sends word to Queen Dharva letting her know he is back for a time and invites her to share a cup with him, should she find the time. The Luckbringer helps the villagers by day with tasks that need completion on their respective farms as well as offering council and blessings for those that ask.

In his free time he might be seen dipping a line in the creek that runs through the village, offering caught fish to those in need of a little extra food on their table. He might also be seen conversing with the men and women of his company about trade routes and any recent happenings upon the road. He orders a few riders to head north toward Elturel to check the safety of the route, telling them to ride fast and to try to avoid any confrontation upon the roads.

Each night he returns to the inn to partake in Orniff's cooking and a few cups of wyvern whiskey. Some nights sharing the evening with friends and employees and other nights remaining quiet and just soaking in the sense of community he feels while he is home.

After ordering two of his men to ride north, Solomon looks on in horror as only one returns to Greenest. The rider is broken and bloody, holding onto life by a thread. The Luckbringer quickly takes to task and pulls the rider from the saddle, applying healing where needed with compassion and care.

The rider says in a broken shallow voice, “Willum has fallen, Luckbringer. We were beset by a band of winged creatures whilst riding in the night. He managed to fend them off enough for my escape. I'm sorry...”

Solomon hushes the young rider and reasures him that no blame falls upon him. He and and Jackard carry the rider to the Inn and place him upon a bed. Food and drink are brought up if he should be strong enough to eat. Solomon stays by his side through the night.

Upon daybreak Solomon and Jackard call the company together and announce with certainty, “The route North to Elturel is still off limits. None are to attempt this route until either of us clear it for travel. We will not put any more of you in harms way. This we promise...”

The company is abuzz with talks of what has happened. Precautions are taken by the wagon masters and the guards to shore up defenses of the standing routes to Berdusk and Irieabor.

With trade progressing well, and the more easterly routes secured, Jackard may be noticed as missing from Greenest for a tenday or so. If asked for, he is said to be on business in the Gate, for an important trade with one organization or another. Word left at Orniff's will surely find its way to him upon his return.

As fall approaches and harvest is in full swing, the Rocky Creek Company is focused largely in and near Greenest. As wagons of fruits, vegetables, meats, and grains are brought into Greenest, it's buyers quickly inspect and pay for the goods, separate and store what can be stored, and send off orders as they are relayed.

Jackard may be seen taking special care overseeing a particular order. Salted meats and long-lasting grains are packed and sealed in vats and casks, all seemingly ready for transportation and the possibility of long-term storage.

Messengers dispatched, letters sent, and in-person meetings with company employees and special clients would have all included some recent news from Rocky Creek:

Arorn Sandborn and Lyra Roofshadow are now operating as Agents of Rocky Creek Trade Company, together forming a new Procurement Team.


///main post updated

A letter is delivered to a representative of the Rocky Creek Trade Company, for Jackard's eyes.

A missive is delivered to the Rocky Creek Company in Greenest

Known to some as Hisazux, current Chieftain of the Moonshae lizardfolk tribe.

Hisazux is a strong spiritual leader that believes all things happen for a reason, roads do not intersect by mistake, and most times this reason is the Earthmother. He is highly religious to the god of his people and often seeks her guidance with anything of note. He is very inclined to speak with outsiders to form trade, and pacts of friendship, wishing a more peaceful view of his people rather than war. He wishes to keep war as far from the lizardfolk as possible, though this is not always possible. For him war is a last resort only chosen when no other way is attainable. Because of this outlook, he is widely inexperienced in tactical combat, and often will look to allies to aid him in such affairs.
Hisazux is often seen carrying a battleaxe on his person, though a greataxe does rest on his back, none have seem him use this weapon, or even remove it from its straps. He wears a leather belt complete with small pouches on his left and right side, and often glowing plants from the moonshae well can be seen glowing vibrantly from inside, almost making the thin leather pouches look transparent. He wears a amulet crafted with various river beads and hemp around his neck, the pendant depicts the small picture of a unicorn surrounded by a pack of glowing blue wolves, beneath them a giant whale of enormous size, on the rim of the pedant is sylvan text in a perfect circle that reads, "The primal spirit and power of nature on Toril"
Hisazux is one of the largest lizardfolk in the moonshae tribe, and by rumors of the other tribesmen he was not always so. It is said that when Hisazux first underwent the Ritual of harvest he was given a great vision of times to come, those of the tribe whom attempt to ask of this simply get the response, "there iss a time to come when the ssstrength of many ssshall faulter, and one must lift up his people alone." Even the great Shaman Sazilus has failed to gather more information on his vision, saying even the earthmother will not reveal it to him. Ever since the day of his vision he has grown in size each year reaching a current height of 9 feet tall, but why? the mystery eludes. Hisazux has been chieftain for five years, the same time it takes a lizardfolk youngling to reach maturity. he has been challenged for leadership twice, both times the winner of trail by combat, and the lizardfolk people trust in all teachs he offers.

// This lore is intended for use only by players that have met the tribe, and spoken with it's people. All use for this information in considered useable IC.

Sazilus the shaman and spiritual leader of the Moonshae tribe.

Among the Moonshae lizardfolk tribe, the birth of a Shaman is rare, for there people do not possess the innate ability for casting magics. Every so many generations a egg will hatch containing a pure green hatching, though as they grow there colors change it is said these hatchings are blessed by the earthmother herself, and from even a younglings age can create effects. Sazilus is one of these rare hatchlings, and wasn deemed the title of Spiritual leader when the old shaman, Zuxius died. unlike the many other challenges the moonshae tribe holds, such as the rite of Khazzix and the challenging of a chieftain, the spiritual leader cannot be challenged as it is believed they are the choosen by the earthmother to lead. his title like many other however shall pass on, but only in the event of his death. The shaman has the power to override the chieftains command if it clashes with the earthmothers teachs, though this is rare.
Sazilus carries with him a stave, the head of which is carved into the shape of a red flower, it has been passed down from shaman to shaman as there time ends, and the tradition goes back further than the oldest lizardfolk can remember, giving light to the fact that the lizardfolk have no written history. he adorns himself in the swampy growths of the moonshae well, and carries nothing else on his person. Hisazux and Sazilus both get along very well, both having a high level of spirituality in there attitudes. Sazilus is both medicine man, and ritual guide among the tribe and completes all rituals that come to be weather is be the ritual of harvest, trial by combats, or the blessing of eggs.


// This lore is intended for use only by players that have met the tribe, and spoken with it's people. All use for this information in considered useable IC

Ssixus the warrior, and leader of the Moonshae Spearmen

As do many great peoples of the land, when it comes to command someone must lead, in the case of the Moonshae tribe, Ssixus is there military leader. Though not always, as like much of the other functions within the tribe, a challenge can be made, though these challenges are not to the death as others. rumored talks within the tribe say the hatching of Ssixus was rare as they come among the lizardfolk tribe, for Ssixus grew within a egg of enormous size, twice that of a normal egg and having killed the birth mother whom layed it. The egg was cared for within the hatchery dwellings just as any other until the time came, and the hatching began. As shell cracked and peeled away what was inside became revealed, and the tribe was puzzled with the outcome for as the top fell off two lizardfolk younglings rested inside, both identical in size, color, and markings. As Ssixus came to the day of maturity he was given his name, and so was his twin brother Zasux. Both grew to become the two best spear warriors among the tribe constantly fighting one another for the title of leader of the spear, in the end Ssixus won and became leader over the spear hunters, and the Locathah king Spoonache Beeblebub gifted him a magical trident. This did not sit well with his brother Zasux and knowing he could not best him he decided to go a differant route, challenging Ssixus's spear brother pupal Harzus in the rite of khazzix. The battle was not fair for the five year old Harzus whom had just been named months previous, but understanding the fate of his honor Harzus accepted. Knowing he was outmatched Ssixus gave his trident to Harzus in a attempt to even the playing field, but as the fight began it was clear whom the victor would be. Zasux toyed with the young lizardfolk warrior, while darting his eyes to Ssixus durring the combat. Harzus having been training with Ssixus learned to spot such disruptions in combat and leaped at Zasux when his eyes were focused on Ssixus, though he was promising, he was not quick enough on the jump and Zasux Skewered him, ending the fight instantly, all the while staring to Ssixus. Zasux left that day having won the rite of khaxxiz and has never been seen since.
Ssixus carries the trident gifted to him by king Spoonache Beeblebub Keeper of the current to this day, and it is said among those within the tribe that the trident speaks to him just before the morning dawn, other then that, the weapon is a mystery. other belongs carried by Ssixus are a pull string bag loaded with potent moonshae mushrooms, a pouch full of mosses and molds. and a set of lizardfolk battle armor.



// This lore is intended for use only by players that have met the tribe, and spoken with it's people. All use for this information in considered useable IC

A letter:

It comes to our attention that one of Rocky Creeks employees is working/wandering close to the gates of Kraak Helzak. It is not appropriate sending a lone man without guards and representations from my kingdom. I haven't heard anything from my king that such things been approved.

I wish arrange a meeting to discuss the matter.

Bhor Stonecutter
citizen and oathsworn to Kraak Helzak



(OOC looking forward for some RP)

Subject: Rumors & Events of Baldur's Gate

BDobolina wrote: ↑Tue Feb 04, 2020 8:16 pm

The following notice is posted in the city of Baldur's Gate, its farmlands, as well as the Friendly Arm Inn:

///IC responses can be made in game or via forums (viewtopic.php?f=16&t=68064 or PM to BDobolina or 'Rocky Creek Trade Company' guild list)