22 Aryth, 998 YK
The caravan makes its way south along the Orien trade route for another two days without incident. On the afternoon of the third day, the wind picks up and the air turns chilly. Before long, snow starts to fall – an oddity for this region of Thrane. Before long, the flurries turn into a full-fledged blizzard and before long it is difficult to see more than a few hundred feet ahead. The snow begins to stick, and despite the enchantments placed on the wagons’ wheels, it is only a matter of time before the road becomes impassable.
A faint glow appears ahead out of the blowing snow that slowly grows brighter until the welcome sight of the lights from the buildings outside of Angwar Keep appear. When they finally enter the village square, the caravan members go their separate ways and Bjorn, Pewter and Reland make their way to the village’s inn, the Sleeping Giant, to take shelter from the storm.
The taproom is warm, smells of freshly-cut wood – and is guarded by a grossly fat bald human who barely fits into his armor. Poj (presumably his name, as it’s the only thing he says) calmly or stupidly receives Bjorn’s welcoming slap to the head without reacting. Some of the other people in the room, however, are not, and tensions soon rise.
Two other travelers, an elf and a tiefling, quietly sit at the bar and sip their beer while warily watching the newcomers
The commotion caused by Bjorn’s introduction is quickly and suddenly interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. A group of small, winged creatures that appear to be made entirely of ice – ice mephits – burst through the windows and start indiscriminately attacking the patrons. Clouds of icy mist breathed by the creatures quickly fill the room while people scatter.
Shards of ice fly throughout the taproom as everyone springs into action. The elf dives under a table and stabs upward, impaling and killing a mephit that was standing on it. Reland and Pewter’s magic blast and incapacitate more of the creatures while Bjorn’s maul and the tiefling’s sword finish them off. Poj charges at a mephit before tripping over a chair (and attacks it in retaliation).
Finally, all it quiet in the common room except for the banging of the shutters and the frigid wind whistling through the shattered windows. The elf and tiefling introduce themselves as Bliss and Nebrian, respectively – two travelers who also got stranded by the blizzard and decided to stay at the inn “for the beer”. The entertainment was an added bonus.