This is Icewind Dale. Behind the Spine of the World, the traceless tundra reaches the northernmost border of the Forgotten Realms. Dozens of miles north of Ten Towns, the ground has long been frozen by winter frost.
A layer of white ice.
The ruthless wind blows from the east, bringing the cold air of Red Glacier, but there are no mountains or woods that can block the bite of this cold wind. The huge icebergs of the sea of floating ice slowly drift by, and the cold wind comes from
The towering ice peaks roared roughly down, a reminder of the coming season.
However, at this time, a nomadic tribe that was supposed to migrate north with the reindeer herds in the summer still stayed in the ice and snow.
A lonely camp protruded from the flat horizon. This was the largest gathering of northern barbarians in more than a hundred years.
In the camp, there is a huge tent, a deerskin tent built to accommodate all the barbarian warriors. The barbarians usually call it "Hengelo", which means "the hall of mead" (the barbarians each
The most sacred place for regular gatherings between tribes, it is regarded as a festive place to offer wine to the god of war [Tempus].) Hungaro.
At night, the campfire outside the Mead Hall was burning low, and a feast full of wine and delicacies began.
One of the leaders of the barbarian tribe, King Biog stood solemnly in front of the main table. He had messy blond hair, a beard that was gradually turning white, and a brown face full of wrinkles. He was a strong warrior, and as he
The representative of the tribal people, he stood with his head held high.
The savages seemed to be born for this wild tundra. Just like the land they were running on, their brown faces were full of wrinkles under the scorching sun and strong winds. They were emotionless and tough.
The strong expression is like wearing a mask that does not welcome outsiders. They despise the residents of the ten southern towns. To them, those people are just weak people who only know how to pursue wealth.
But in the most sacred hall of the barbarians, there was a "money-greeder" mixed in at this time. The only non-barbarian, a black-haired southerner, stood beside King Biog. Dibana had warned
Looking at the other people in the hall, he knew very well that these barbarians did not like outsiders at all, and even the youngest barbarian in the hall could easily break him in half with his hands.
"Calm down!" King Biog instructed the southerners. "Today you are fighting against the wolf tribe. If they discover your fear..." Although he didn't finish his words, Dipper knew how these barbarians were.
Dealing with the weak. He took a deep breath and tried to straighten his shoulders.
Even King Biog is quite nervous. The upcoming leader of another barbarian tribe, King Heafstad, is his strongest opponent in this wasteland. The barbarians under him are outstanding in terms of courage and discipline.
, or in terms of numbers, they are enough to compete with King Biog's tribe.
King Biog's plan this time is not an ordinary robbery. He plans to conquer the only prosperous area of Icewind Valley - the Ten Towns - in one fell swoop, enslave the fishermen, and rely on the specialties in the lake to prosper the barbarian tribe.
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King Beorg saw an opportunity that would allow his people to escape the dangerous nomadic life and live a better life. The key to everything now lies in King Heafstad's consent, but unfortunately King Heefstad is a barbarian.
A guy who is only interested in personal glory and brutal plunder.
King Beorg knew that even if he really succeeded in capturing the Ten Towns, he would still have to deal with his old enemy. King Heafstad would never give up easily the bloody lifestyle that allowed him to reach his current status, but for the Wolf tribe,
As far as the leader is concerned, this is a problem for the future.
The first priority of this banquet is to get King Heafstad to agree to this plan. If he does not agree, the other tribes will be forced to choose one side to join. And maybe they will have to fight each other as soon as today is over. This pair
The entire barbarian tribe was in great harm. Even the winning side would have to face the cold winter in the future. The reindeer herds had already migrated to the south, and there was not enough food prepared in the caves along the way.
Outside the camp, there was a sudden commotion. The ground shook under the iron hooves of the Heafstad tribe. The majestic One-Eyed King personally led the army and strode forward in large strides.
King Heafstad has arrived.
Just as the barbarian tribes were planning to capture and enslave ten towns in Icewind Dale, outside the ten towns, under the cliff of a steep snow-capped mountain.
Akal Kessell, a despicable and shameless second-level mage.
He and his mentor, the red wizard Mokai, walked through the towering Spine of the World, from [Luskan] to the Ten Towns of Icewind Dale.
[Luskan] is an area ruled by a mage organization called [Arcane Brotherhood]. It is similar to [Ser], but its status is far inferior. It has an extremely small territory and can only reach the realm of ninth-level spellcasters.
leader, making it a [castrated version of Serge].
As a red mage, Mokai is quite a "weird" being. After experiencing a long, painful and exploitative apprenticeship, Mokai did not retaliate with an eye for an eye. On the contrary, he treated his apprentice Akar
Pretty good.
But Akar couldn't bear to live under others for a long time, and every magic weapon and knowledge in Mokai was something he eagerly desired with great greed.
So, under the tempting venom of "betrayal", "benefits" and "becoming a truly powerful mage" that were spat in his ears by other Luskan mages who were traveling with him, Akar took advantage of the dark moon and high winds.
The sleeping Mokai was stabbed to death in his sleep.
"Plop!", the slender dagger pierced the heavily folded robe and penetrated the old body so easily, even the person who did it was surprised.
The red wizard Mo Kai woke up from his dream and turned to face his disciple. His eyes were wide open with a look of disbelief. The person he had raised and treated like a son in the past fifteen years had actually betrayed him.
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Akar Kessell let go of the dagger and backed away from his mentor. He was terrified that this fatally wounded man could still remain conscious. He stumbled back for a distance until he collided with
The back wall of the cabin. Kessell trembled visibly, imagining the gloomy fate he would face if the old wizard's magic could overcome death.
When his teacher with extremely powerful magic punishes him for his betrayal, what terrible fate will he face? A truly powerful wizard like the red wizard Mo Kai, which one will use far more than the cruelest one on the continent? What about torture magic to torture him?
The old man's eyes were fixed on Akar Kessell, even though the last bit of anger had begun to fade from his dying eyes. He did not ask why, and he did not even question Kessot's motives. He understood the true meaning of betrayal. The reason cannot be separated from the struggle for power. What really puzzled him was not the motive of the attack, but the person who did it. Kessell? This young apprentice who could stutter even when he recited the simplest incantation actually thought that he wanted to kill the only person who truly cared. What benefits can his people gain?
This is the first relatively well-known story plot in this book. It is also a story that spans an era before and after the turmoil. To remind readers who know the plot of dnd, I have modified the timeline to reflect the span of this plot. The annual meeting has become longer, so it will happen several years earlier, probably much earlier than the Year of Turbulence, because my plan is that when the Year of Turmoil occurs, the protagonist must reach level 9, otherwise there will be no sense of participation, so~~(Also officially informed Let me remind you that your current time is before the turbulent year)