Elient 4, 1361 DR

The gate shimmers for a moment as Corym, Krackor, Torvek, Kali, Kitheras, and Kora step through. The opalescent sheen lasts for a few breaths after the last of them arrives, before the gate closes once again. Though they can't see it, they know that Tarron is removing the gate's keystone back in Myth Drannor, returning the gate to an inoperable state.

On this side of the gate, the room is just as dusty as Torvek's wizard eye had shown. It's been well stocked, and the oil on the blades  in the various weapon stacks is still shiny, but there are no other signs of anyone being here recently.

You poke your heads into the other rooms as you head out, and find more of the same. Various crates and barrels and dust, no recent signs of habitation. The illusion at the entrance is quality work, but doesn't impede you from walking through, or re-entering.

Outside, the forest is a breath of fresh air in more ways than one. After the utter silence of Myth Drannor, it's nice to stand amongst trees and hear the chirp of insects and the faint stirrings of birds as the night just begins to give way to dawn. And after the gloomy depths and towering heights of Cormanthor's depths, this open forest with dense undergrowth is downright inviting.

Still no particular idea where you are at the moment, but at least Kitheras is able to quickly fix cardinal directions. There's a new day dawning, and a whole new land awaits you.

((ooc: I'm going to pause the opening spiel here, so that folks who want to interact with each other or the hideout can do so. The next post, with Kali's contact, will happen once everything is wrapped up.))

Right about the time the group had gotten tired of poking around in the hideout and was about ready to pick a direction and start walking, Kali heard a sharp ringing in one ear. A moment later came a voice, one she hadn't heard in moons, but had no trouble recognizing.

"Kali? Oh, thank the gods. Bari says he's found you." It's Sperren Rowanmantle. One of Cormyr's seemingly-endless younger noble sons, Sperren is a light in any room he enters, a merry voice in any chorus, and dumber than a box of rocks. Without the help of his long-suffering valet, you would be worried of him being able to get dressed. You're pretty sure that "Bari" is Barend Thormon, the Rowanmantle house wizard. Which at least means whatever comes next is will most likely be accurate, and might even have house sanction.

"Tosta's been attacked." Tosta Rowanmantle, Sperren's older sister, who has all of his love, not to mention all of the sense he was born without. "She was in Triel, the whole town was sacked! You're just south of there. Can you go and help her?"

That's it. The message ends. So very much like Sperren. Likely there would be a reward. Certainly you're not going to get any useful details from him. But hey, at least now you've got a vague idea where you are. And if you speak, they'll probably hear you in Cormyr.

Kali stopped suddenly in her tracks as she heard the piercing sound resonate in her ear.



The moment that she heard Sperren's voice echo in her head she rolled her eyes but smiled. She couldn't help but envision the poor harried Bari helping this lovely doofus get in touch with her.



Kali's brows furrowed at the news. She remembered Tosta being quite shrewd and the fact that she was attacked worried her greatly. Not only that, it sounds like an entire town was destroyed. She thought carefully before she spoke.

"Any more details than a town being destroyed? I'll see what I can do, but I need more details. Get back to me if you can. Sending my love to you and Bari."