Five years ago the Gem of the North, Silverymoon was on the front line of a terrible battle between the Purple Cloaks and a murderous plague cult. In order to prevent genocide, Alyona Ashbrow was forced to tear the city from this reality and plunged into it’s own pocket dimension.
Despite saving the world (again), the group’s happy-go-lucky adventuring spirit had been pushed to it’s limit and cracks began to form in the group. The Purple Cloaks completed a handful of quests after returning to their tower on the Sword Coast but it wasn’t to last.
During this time, a sense of guilt had been growing within Alyona and strange dreams plagued her sleep. A month after returning to the Purple Tower, Alyona made the decision to leave the Cloaks and lead a mission with Alistair into the spellscarred Underchasm. The group were unsure if Aly’s mission to the Underchasm was a good idea and there were many nights of discussion around the warm hearth of the Purple Tower. Part of Aly wanted her friends to join her to help the cause and support her but Aly also worried about bringing her freinds into such a dangerous mission. Ultimately Aly hung up her cloak and left the Sword Coast accompanied by Alastair and the remaining Knights in Silver. Aly stayed in contact with the group through through messenger spells and letters that she wrote to Derrin.
The purple cloaks were down to three members, but continued to fight the good fight. More quests and adventures followed (including a dramatic week that ended with a small army of Xvarts laying siege to the Purple Tower) but it was clear that Derrin was struggling to adapt with Aly gone. Another month had passed when Ansel found Derrin’s cloak neatly folded on his bed with a note explaining that he needed to get back to nature.
Briss and Ansel had never really spoken to each other before and the weeks that followed were a little awkward. Despite their differences, both adventurer’s had stuck around for the same reason; the Purple Cloaks had grown to be their family. Having grown used to Derrin arranging work from his contacts or Aly organising adventures from mail, this period wasn’t very busy. After avoiding talking about how dire the situation was getting for almost six weeks Briss and Ansel sat down and made a plan. After hours of discussion (which was mostly reminiscing), they decided to hire two interns and train them to be Purple Cloaks.
Within a week of this discussion, Briss and Ansel had two new adventurers-in-training living in the Purple Tower.
- Millie Mudd was a human bard who was enlisted after a long night of drinking in Baldur’s Gate (which neither Ansel or Briss can fully remember). Although probably not the best candidate, Millie was too charming for Briss or Ansel to send away and she quickly became close with them both.
- Tangim Grub was a young gnome priest who worshipped Waukeen (the goddess of commerce) and the Purple Cloaks had almost hired him as an accountant several months ago but decided his services would be too costly. Briss figured that if they enrolled him as their adventuring intern they would be able to get his accounting services for free while also gaining a much needed cleric for the party. Ansel and Briss wisely let Millie do the talking when they approached Tangim and sure enough after a few drinks and a song, Tangim was begging to join the group.
Although Briss missed the old days, training the new Purple Cloaks served as a good distraction. After a few months the party was shaping up nicely and thanks to Tangim was actually making a steady profit. The party completed more adventures and started settling into a familiar rhythm. Unfortunately that’s when disaster struck. After besting a wight princling in a Neverwinter tomb, Ansel was seriously wounded. To combat the wound, Tangim produced a potion from his sachel. Sadly Tangim had misidentified the liquid and had in fact poisoned Ansel. Ansel’s killeren leg was able to absorb much of the poison but it became corrupted as a result.
After escorting Ansel back to the forests where the Killeren had first grafted the leg to him, the Purple Cloaks were forced to leave him in their care. The Killeren could heal Ansel but it would take months. Ansel offered his cloak to Briss in the hope that it could be passed to another adventurer in his absence. Briss, Millie and Tangim returned to the Purple Tower and began the process of finding a new intern.
Fate had other plans and a day after arriving home, Briss was summoned to a gathering in the south. For reasons Briss didn’t disclose to Millie or Tangim, they couldn’t come with her. Briss promised to return within the month and left the Purple Tower to head south (again not disclosing the exact location). Mille and Tangim had still not technically been bestowed their own cloaks and waited patiently for Briss’ return. After two months Briss still hadn’t returned and the pair had received no word from her. Only seven months had passed since the Battle for Silverymoon and the founding Purple Cloaks where scattered across Faerun. What were they supposed to do?
It is 1490 DR (Year of the Star Walker’s Return) and five years have passed since the Battle of Silverymoon. Two large portals have been constructed/discovered that lead to the pocket realm and contact has been reestablished with the lost settlements of Silverymoon, Everlund, Sundabar and Citadel Felbarr. The main portal can be found at the northwest tip of High forest and a small village has begun to spring up around it known as Bluedoor. The second portal is kept a secret known only to the Knights in Silver. Traders and travelers are able to pass through the Bluedoor but it is closely guarded and travel is regulated.
Although most deities went near to silent when the spellplague struck in 1385 DR, the last five years has seen a gradual increase in communication from deities to their followers and religious worship in the realms has noticeably increased.
Faerun is the most stable it has been in over a century and many are claiming the Era of Upheaval has come to an end. But what of the mighty men and women who helped to usher in this new era of peace? What of that merry gang who traversed space and time in defence of countless thousands? Where are those humble heroes now? Where are the Purple Cloaks?