The Chronicles of Icewind Dale

"Well, this wasn't the plan..." An icy wind surges and twists between the rooftops. The only other sound is the encroaching frost; tiny crystals of ice forming on everything across the town, only held back by the small fires burning through the night in each fireplace, sustaining life until the next day. In the darkness, atop one of the houses, sits a small creature, motionless, naked, staring into the darkness. Frost is forming across the creature's transparent wings, stiffening them. Suddenly the wings flutter to life, sending frozen crystal shards rattling down the rooftop. Then, the wings are still again and once more the frost begins to return. "I had rather hoped to find more heroes, but I seem to be stuck with the funny rat man and the strange fire obsessed orphan thing." "I had rather hoped they would at least have been good fighters, but it seems I have to spend most of my time protecting them, sometimes from themselves." "I had rathe...

The Kobold and the Fairy are still sleeping when Draknar drags himself out of bed. He has a plan. His mind is still not back to its full sharpness, he can tell, but he knows enough to get started. He must build a power base once again. That's alright. He did it once, he can do it again. This riff-raff in the so-called Ten Towns will be no match for him once his affairs are back in order. The innkeeper confirms that Hlin Trovain is a known figure. This lends credence to his words. Though before acting, it will still be prudent to find out how these towns behave when private individuals mete out vigilante justice. Otherwise, things could end badly. Draknar doesn't want to end up like Nirni, or worse. The sleepy pair finally get up and join for breakfast. They are not very bright. Draknar has to repeat the explanation several times to make it clear to them what the consequences of their actions might be if they murder someone without due authorisation. This lack of intelligence is...