<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/eBgCexP.png)</div><hr/><hr/><br/>It had been a few days since your group had made the Journey from the Dancing Wench, a Curious tavern set within an even stranger cave system that seemed to serve as a sort of nexus between worlds and lands. Not to long since you lot arrived at the establishment a call to action was given. A desperate gnomish woman by the name of Pavillni Tenderfoot found herself drawn to that fateful cave. Pleading her case she revealed that none among her friends and neighbors were able to risk themselves to save those that had fallen ill. Included in those that were suffering from the sickness was her husband and sister in law. Once she was fed a warm meal, and help offered the relief that washed over her face was almost worth the danger you were about to face. Once all were ready she served as the beacon to take you to her home.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/U50OujU.jpg)</div>You came out but a few hundred yards from her home village of Rime, still the air was bitter and cut through what clothes you had brought with you. It was a bitter march through the snow to the house of the mayor, but you all managed to reach it unharmed and unfrostbitten. With a few solid thunks of Pavillni's fist the door was soon opened. Before you stood the mayor, a Balding man of advanced age and stout figure. Though age may have softened his middle, it was evident that he was no stranger to hard work as even through a heavy coat his solid arms were visible.<br/><br/><strong>"My dear Pavillni, come in, come in...you look frozen to the bone."</strong>He ushered her in and urged you lot to follow her.<strong>"And you lot, thank you for bringing our dear seamstress back,but Who are you?"</strong><br/><br/>Pavillni placed a hand on the mayors coat and clutched the ruffled shirt.<strong>"They're here to help Sylus."</strong><br/><br/>The conversation that followed brought to light the true struggles of this town, most of the town had been bed ridden and while their had yet to be any deaths the healers warned that it was not a question of if, but when. It was then that they revealed the task they would have you perform.<strong>"There is a legend here, A great General and leader of his people was buried far north within the white expanse. Legends said he possessed a chalice capable of curing even the most deadly of plagues. That when he and his army was laid low by an illness a stranger appeared, bearing the cup....."</strong>he paused, his memory seeming to fail him.<strong>"...Forgive me, I don't recall much more but..Pavillni."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Yes Sylus."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"If you are warm dear, prey go and fetch Braxon from the northern post. He will know more, and should be able to guide them to the tomb. after all it was his family that sealed the tomb...at least on his mothers side."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Right away!"</strong>with warmth in her bones once more and a sense of hope about her the gnomish woman quickly wrapped her shawl around her once more and flitted from the abode, eager to fetch the Half elven Town watchmen and hunter.<br/><br/><strong>"Now, while we wait...lets get you something for the chill"</strong>The mayor went into the back, after a few moments he returned with several outfits of thick furs and heavy cloaks. handing them out to each of you save for Fifi and Tallianni.<strong>"Forgive me Dears, but I have not  more and neither of you show the worse for wear for your travels here even clothed as lightly as you are. I fear anything I offer would be nothing more than a hindrance to you."</strong>Standing awkwardly for a moment he turned then to return to the hearth burning near the wall where a small cauldron sat with a thick stew. he invited you to help yourself if you were hungry.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/oc9bWXg.jpg)</div>It was about 45 minutes later that Pavillni returned with a young dark haired half elf, a simple if well made bow clutched in his hand. Clad in fur lined leather and a thick Gambeson he nodded to each in turn.<strong>"You sent for me Mayor?"</strong>he asked, while not removing his eyes from your curious group.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes Lad, these...Adventurers have come to help us. I understand you know more of Dromar's tomb than any other person here, mostly from your mothers stories am I correct?"</strong><br/><br/>The male nods and looks then to the mayor<strong>"Yes sir, 'twas her grandmother that helped hide the entrance. I recall her stories well."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"And, could you lead them through the expanse...even in winter?</strong><br/><br/>Braxon nods again<br/><br/><strong>"Good..."</strong>Sylus looks to you all one by one.<strong>"...then lead them well Braxon, prepare them for what you can. Take what supplies you need, we have stores for winter..and should you succeed we will have many more able bodies to help replenish our stocks."</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The mayor did well by his word, providing you with food and shelter for the journey if you lacked such amenities yourself. Braxon explained it would take a few days to reach the Glacier where Dromar's body was laid to rest, and where the Chalice lay with him. While uneventful Braxon still impressed upon you that as they delved deeper into the expanse the danger would only grow. Along the way he regaled you with stories of Dromar and the curious artifact known as The Concubines Cup.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Concubines Cup</div><div class="spoiler_body"> When Dromar lay close to death, his army succumbing to a terrible disease on the cusp of a major battle is when the stranger came. No one could really describe the stranger, both beautiful and frightening, no two people described them the same way. All they knew was that in their hand they held the Chalice and in low tones spoke with the ailing General. Before long the cup was handed over to Dromar and he told one of his men to fetch the serving wench that they had rescued from a Gnoll hunting band. <br/><br/>When the young Human girl arrived she was asked if she wanted to save all those that fell sick. Yearning to save those that had helped her she agreed. She was then instructed by the stranger to pleasure herself above the cup, and to collect her sweet nectar in the bronze receptacle. Embarrassed but willing the woman disrobed and did as she was told. Her body quaked, her breath came quickly and her fingers worked her folds deeply and enthusiastically. With a final gasp and shudder she reached her peak, and as she fell to her knees in exhaustion the liquid within the cup shimmers and became a lightly glowing liquid. <br/><br/>The stranger lifted the cup while patting the serving girls thigh approvingly, and offered the cup to Dromar. He was hessitant at first, but he had no reason to doubt her words. As he imbibed of the vital essence that was shared strength returned to his limbs, color to his face. The liquid in the cup never fell, one by one his soldiers imbibed the healing elixir and rejoiced as the vile plague was flushed from their system. They won the coming battle, the opposing force routed and Dromar's lands kept safe. The serving girl was rewarded with a spot at Dromars side as one of his concubines, the cup hers to carry, and her blessing to share should she wish.</div></div>