For months, the troops of Blackmoor have cut off access to lands of Eri'an from the usurpers of Caladan and repelled the Stygian troops back into that port city. The siege of Caladan has begun.
However, flush with victories and a full mercenary purse fighting as a free-sword for Baron Blackmoor, celebrations were uproarious and rowdy.
From what you can recall from your bleary hangover there was something about freely flowing ale, a handful of whores, spoken insults, thrown punches, overturned tables and the inadvertent burning down of a beloved White Sheppard Inn. Was that really Purple Lotus you purchased from Blackstone Alley? Bah, who knows, your head is throbbing as if the gods themselves were forging weapons in your skull.
Regardless, you lot now stand before a riled Baron Blackmoor to answer for your transgressions....
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