Ghosts of Dragonspear Castle
Welcome to Daggerford!
Every year around midsummer, the population of Daggerford swells as people come from up and down the Sword Coast to partake in the town’s annual festival of games. While merchants their wares along crowded boulevards, crowds gather to witness all manner of contests, from archery and tug of war to wrestling and pie eating.
But alas, ill weather has dampened this year’s festivities. Torrential rain falls from thick black clouds as wild costal winds howl through the darkened streets. Guests pack the local inns and taverns, hoping for some reprive while keeping their spirits high with drinking games and music, but the storm has been relentless, and there’s no end in sight.
Not surprisingly, the storm has given rise to gossip about recent events in town, namely the capture of a tattooed man beleived to be a Red Wizards of Thay. What would a Red Wizard of Thay be doing so far from home, I don’t hear you ask? Well according to local gossip mongers, he was magically disguised and working for Lord Floshin as a gardener, of all things! That’s right, the same Lord Floshin whose estate was attacked and looted by orc and half-orcs a fortnight ago. They say the Red Wizard was behind it, and that’s why he’s doomed to hang after the festival.
It’s a good thing Lord Floshin wasn’t home during the attack. He could’ve been captured and taken away by the orcs. That’s what happened to his servants, gawds protect them! One can only imagine their horrible fate.