Chapter 01: A Strange Summons

It's another hot and humid day in Sharn, called by some the City of Towers and others the City of Daggers. Little micro storms kept erupting among the spires, adding to the moisture in the air. It was as if the city had its own little atmosphere, separate from the one enfolding the rest of the world.

Sharn is a magnificent city of magic and wonder. You could be doing anything there. What is your character doing today?

Tapu, you're into your cups and imagining how you're going to spend your wealth when you feel a tap on your shoulder. It's a young halfling, wearing the livery of a House Orien courier, She hands you a sealed scroll and then walks away.

Contemplation, as you gaze upon the crowd in the tavern, a human man with the mark of passage on his neck enters. He scans the crowd for a moment, and his gaze settles on you. The House Orien heir is dressed in simple but fine clothes, and has a messenger bag hung on his shoulder. He walks up to you and says, "Pardon me, are you Contemplation?"

Kyras, you're closing the gap on your mark when all of a sudden a large gargoyle drops from the sky and lands in front of you! The startled crowd parts for him, stunned by his arrival. He's got a leather back pack strapped to his back, and before you can react pulls a scroll from it. He drops it into your hands and says, in a voice that sounds like boulders rubbing together, "This is for you sir." Then without another word he leaps into the sky.

Kue, as the next in your group steps up to speak about Nine, the door to the room slowly opens. A human man steps into the room. His clothing is of civilian style, but you recognize his military bearing right away. He has close cropped brown hair and a scar on his left cheek. A pin with the symbol of House Deneith fastens his cloak to his shoulder. He sees you and walks toward you respectfully. "I beg your pardon for the interruption. I was told giving you this was a matter of some urgency." He places a scroll in your hand, gives you a short bow, and walks out of the room.

"No... er... ma'am. He stammers for a moment. Perhaps he's not used to talking to warforged. "I was told to find you and bring this to you." He hands you a sealed scroll, then turns and leaves.

The scrolls all read the same.

"Greetings,

Lady Flamewind of Morgrave University asks you attend her presence in a matter of some urgency. Please come to the University and ask to be escorted to her chambers.

Thank you,
Lassias Lynn Lanador
Dean of the Department of Draconic Prophecy

You've all heard of Lady Flamewind. She's a gynosphinx with oracular powers that accompanied an expedition from the continent of Xen'drik back to the University two years ago. Since she's been known to deliver pieces of prophecy to heroes and adventurers that send them on far reaching and dangerous quests.