The journey has just begun...



The Old Empires are at war. The newly crowned boy pharoah of Mulhorand, Horustep III, has mounted an unexpected invasion, conquering the whole of southern Unther. However, despite this glorious victory, his poorly equipped forces are spread dangerously thin. The dwarven kindgom of Ostohar pledges support from the west and joins the conflict against the ailing Untheric nation.

With growing desperation, Untheric Emperor Gilgeam hires waves of mercenaries to scour the lands for ancient artifacts that might save him from utter destruction. One of his key agents, the Zhentarim, have launched an expedition into the Black Ash Plain in an attempt to recover the fabled Cyrilia, an ancient alien being said to have the power to "neutralize armies."

To the west, Tchazzar's temples throughout Chessenta are suddenly alive with fanaticism and are aggressively recruiting new followers. The priests proclaim that the once magnificent "Red Dragon" has reawakened and is summoning faithful acolytes to his side at the Great Temple in Cimbar to reinstate his military glory.

And, in the midst of all this, the diabolical Demon Lord Malebranche the Death Bringer has been freed from the Shadowhold. Already, the peaceful hamlet of Willow Glen is overrun by his devil spawn. The days grow ever shorter and the land will soon succumb to the Long Night.

Only a ragtag band of misfits-turned-heroes knows the secret to defeating the evil threat and doing so will test their resolve.

Deep in the lost city of Xak Tsaroth lies an unconfirmed promise of salvation in the form of the legendary Heart of Dragonkind. Will this myth prove fact? Can the stone be used to defeat Malebranche? Can it be used to unify the Old Empires once and for all?

Four great powers clash for control of the greatest empires ever to grace the surface of Toril. The Gods themselves watch with anticipation as the campaign of Unification unfolds!



"I knew it!"

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Someone Shot Me!!
I can't help but wonder who would want me dead. It must be someone associated with that baby snatcher wizard. One of the few people we have left alive when swords have been crossed. But why me? I'm the strong silent type. Oriseus does all the blabbering!! Or even Dinsdale with the twitchy fingers. I can see me over the dragonborn, Nobody knows who he is as he such an anachronism. I don't even know what an anachronism is!!

All I know is I must be ever more vigilant. It appears the choices we have made are attracting some unwanted attention. These times are truly perilous!!
Session: Game Session #29 - Thursday, Dec 21 2017 from 9:30 PM to 12:30 AM
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City of Dwarves.
I do feel homesick walking among the vertically challenged dwarves of Ostohar, though being 3000 years into the future my family is all dead by now I am certain, and this would be a strange explanation to my kin of today being a probable ancestral deserter for vanishing in the line of duty and not found dead on the field.

I do find my current companions most helpful in this mission to remove the demon I had helped fight long ago, not a deserter, just imprisoned.

I will do my damndest to fulfill the orders of my long-dead commander.
Session: Game Session #29 - Thursday, Dec 21 2017 from 9:30 PM to 12:30 AM
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Saturday, September 19, 1372 (DR) Third Age, 2:45 p.m.
Eve Nightsheer sits on the cave floor, leaning her back against cold, damp stone. The paleness of her flawless face is noticeably exaggerated as her eyes scan the scene.

The lifeless and bloodied body of Dvora Grimbane lies near the back of the decorated cave, partially obscured by shadow. Faint whimpers can be heard from the other two wide-eyed half orc women seated close by. The rest of the cave is a macabre scene of death and gore.

With a snap of her fingers, the mysterious dark mistress conjures a pen and a small square of parchment. In artful strokes, she marks the tiny scroll in arcane script. A moment later, she produces a black bird from the ether, ties the furled message to its leg and tosses it into the air. The bird is gone in an instant, winging its way northward through the dank caverns at incredible speed.

"So, my purpose has become clear," she says aloud, but you sense the statement was directed only at Eve herself.

Looking around, she gives the party a weak smile. "Trouble is afoot, friends. You'd best be on your way without delay. There is no telling who else may be lurking about." She rises as if to leave.
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Decision made
After careful deliberation I think I will choose revenge plus it might be profitable
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Too long.
We tarried too long with the slavers, after destroying their master in less time it takes to eat a squirrel we tarried long with the second batch of minions, and apparently one was a sister to the half-orc bowman, things are getting bad.
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