The Dragon and Belle Tavern was the largest and best tavern in Waterdeep City. If you've read this far, please go to the Dragon and Belle Tavern
Clean beds, comfortable service, and the best security in the city. This had to do with its unique location. The Dragon and Belle Tavern was the closest tavern to the Shrine District, where paladins on patrol would occasionally drop by for a drink.
Hence, unlike most taverns that were filled with drunken sailors, boorish mercenaries, and hard-pressed adventurers and travelers, this place was favored by merchants from all over the world. They could discuss business here without worrying about being targeted by bad people with bad intentions. Sometimes, lesser nobles and high-ranking adventurers would also stay here.
The bartender here, Lime, was a man who didn't look very kind. There was a scar that almost tore off half of his face. These scars, with obvious traces of acid magic, indicated a thrilling battle. When a few unusual guests entered the tavern in a single file, the knowledgeable old man only raised his eyes and continued wiping the glasses in his hand.
"Please take us to Moore's room! And some beer, grilled fish, and local fruits … "A slender woman wearing a hood whispered to Lyme. She hesitated for a moment before continuing," Give us two more rooms and a bucket of hot water. Thank you. "
"Is it Moore the Fur Merchant?" The old bartender stared at her for a while with his murky eyes.
"No, it's Moore the Spice Merchant!" The hooded woman thought for a moment and said with certainty.
There weren't any large forests near Waterdeep City, and there weren't any high-quality furs here. What kind of fur merchant would come here to do business? Merchants who were buying high-quality leather goods in the Northern Lands would stay in the port area even if they passed by Deep Water City.
Moore the Spice Merchant's room was very secluded, but the view was very wide. A shadow behind the hooded woman observed the surroundings and made a gesture to indicate that there was nothing out of the ordinary. The group then stepped into the narrow room.
It was a group of adventurers.
That's right, they found the Tablet of Fate. They saved the goddess Wojin, thwarted the evil plans of the Son of Baal, and destroyed the God of Tyranny, Bane. They had an important impact on the history of Faerun. Hidden behind the mysterious veil of history was a group of adventurers. They were always able to obtain all kinds of help for all kinds of reasons, and then perform feats that were not strange no matter what.
This included, but was not limited to, slaying gods and ascending to godhood. Rescuing a God from the hands of a Demon Monarch of the Bottomless Abyss …
They were the natural enemies of the dragon race, the nemesis of evil, and the destroyer of conspiracies. Of course, they were also weapons that some people could use. In fact, whenever there was an intense conflict of interest in an area, there would be a group of lucky adventurers who would accept some inexplicable commission and get involved in a huge conspiracy.
For example … right now!
"Blood Hand is a very mysterious person. There's not much news about him, and most of it is sensational. "Moore was sombre and taciturn. He looked more like a rogue than a merchant, and he didn't seem to mind exposing it.
"But we know that he is an extremely terrifying person with outstanding swordsmanship. We only found a very small wound on the skinner's body. It went from his armpit to his heart. "
"From under the armpit? That's not easy! "
"Quite difficult. Especially after we found his weapon … "
The hooded woman became curious. She leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "What is it that makes you so surprised?"
"It was a long and narrow leaf. It was two feet and five inches long and two inches wide. The leaves of the palm tree still had the morning dew on them. The ether plane told us that it was this thing that pierced the heart of a 200-pound guy. The prophet said that the guy didn't even have time to resist. He felt a new companion in his heart. "
"It sounds like he picked something from the roadside." The woman's voice was solemn, which was rare.
"That's not a good thing. The skinner wailed for a long time. Every beat of his heart brought him immeasurable pain. In fact, there was a palm tree like this in the skinner's house. We found him underneath it. "Moore took a sip of the black tea in front of him and said nervously.
"But that doesn't prove anything. Skinner doesn't sound like the name of a good person. "The woman shook her head.
"Yes, he's a bastard who likes to skin people. But the Bloody Hand …" Moore paused and said with a hoarse voice, "is a person who brings fear!"
"Not long ago, there was a professional who inquired for information for us. You've heard of his name. I watched him disappear into thin air under the palm tree, and then I never saw him again. In the shadows, in any place you can think of, the wanderers who tried to go to the slums all disappeared there. "
"The shadows did not protect them. The veil that used to cover their bodies became a dagger at their throat. If I could, I'd rather not see those things again." Moore's eyes were filled with fear.
"If you want to hire us, you should provide more detailed information." The hooded woman was unmoved and emphasized.
Moore spread his hands and buried his face in them. After a while, he raised his head again. "The best wanderers can use the power of the shadows. They can jump in the shadows and hide under the brightest lights. Their daggers are as nimble as their fingers. But there, the shadows become an abyss that devours them. They hide in silence and die quietly … "
"That person is like a ghost. He comes behind the most vigilant wanderers and takes their lives from where they are hiding. Some people die silently in the most remote and unexpected corners …"
"I've heard of it!" The woman giggled. "There was an old woman who found a corpse in her kettle. She had no choice but to smash the kettle to get the horrifying thing out."
"He's the best thief here. He can sneak into the most heavily guarded fortress through the smallest gap!" Moore sounded a little angry.
"Sorry! I didn't know you were his friend. " The woman stopped laughing and apologized. "We've heard a lot about this. Some of the corpses are in the tree trunks, some are underground, and most are hidden in some hidden corners. What did the prophet discover? Didn't you hire a priest? "
"The prophecy didn't have any valuable results. They died there, as if it happened naturally, as if the Grim Reaper was on their side …"
"Alright! We've accepted the mission. But we can give it up at any time. That's my condition. As for the payment, we'll need to discuss it further … "
Sulfur, flames, ferocious ogres and goblins, twisted, glowing, heavy and ear-piercing steel, sharp spikes and edges, and blazing steel spikes protruding from every angle and position that one would not expect.
This was not Hell, but it was better than it.
The underground space became more and more extensive under the Kobolds' expansion. The intricate mechanical pillars made this place impregnable. This was not something that the Kobolds, who only had 5 Intelligence, could do. They might be able to dig out a stable cave, but they would never be able to dig out a real city underground. Only civilization could create such a miracle.
Mages, or priests.
Of course, goblin engineers.
These evil and chaotic little things, mud-like existences, had created a miracle! Every day, tens of thousands of vials of Frost Poison that glowed with blue light were distributed to the goblins, becoming their currency. None of the goblins could resist this miraculous potion. They craved it, and their minds clamored for it.
The demon addiction gradually dominated their consciousness. These feelings of longing were more resolute and tenacious than faith, reproduction, survival, and even self-awareness. They even dominated the personality and ego of these little things.
Day by day, the number of those who had lost their sense of self and chased after the Frost Poison like the walking dead increased. But with the large number of goblins, the numbers easily filled the gap. More and more of the Demon Addicts remained clear-headed, their numbers even exceeding those who had lost their minds.
The goblins that were injected with the Frost Poison became more and more paranoid and insane. The Demon Addicts constantly tried to dominate their minds, making them smarter.
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