Tuesday, June 5, 2012
A Prince, the King, and a Matron
On the first night of the dragon siege of Waterdeep, the vile-sprites brought before the Verdant Prince- the Moon Elf King Lorac Caladon.
"Under my rule, the Moon Elves flourished." He had said. "until the cowards on the council ordered a retreat from the lands of men." This was his bleeding wound, the Prince knew. He would salt this cut into the King's pride until Caladon was an instrument of his purpose. "I will become the very moon and restore my nobility." A king's vow was his blood.
On the night of the second attack in the dragon siege of Waterdeep, Dalamar's thralls escorted an endowed woman of dark beauty and lustful need. Another displaced highborn fey: Matron Grazia Drodeen, a drow from Ched Nasad. She immediately showed Prince Dalamar her interests in sowing trickery and misdirection: "to see the evil of the Verdant Prince spread in these Troubled Times." She had said.
They palavered, sending vile-sprites far and beyond the West Woods time and time again to return with information on the state of the surrounding region. It soon came that in the east, in the human town of Amphail abides the power the evil Prince, Matron and King each desired.
Time was against them. Prince Dalamar knew they needed to act before the Feast of the Moon- when the 'Moon-Sister' is at her most powerful.