Letter to Jarlaxle Baenre
My dear Lord Baenre, Captain Zord, or Mr Mystere (whatever you are calling yourself now, really),
I was surprised to hear of your recent departure from Waterdeep. I was hoping to see you beforehand - share a drink, discuss things in your wonderful armchairs, meet each other on equal ground. Whatever else friends do. I’m sure that the Open Lord would understand had you stuck around to discuss. Surely returning the gold wasn’t your only plan to win her favour? I’d imagine a man of such wit and foresight as yourself would have backup plan after backup plan.
Then again, we had our fun. As much as it cost me, I did enjoy the challenge you had posed. A man like you tends to cast a far shadow. There is much power in a shadow; in the end, it is breath and shadow that makes us mortals. But shadow owes its birth to the sun - it was inevitable that you would be brought into the light of day.
Forgive my ramblings. These past days have been a chaotic blur of steel, sweat and snow, and the game that united us is coming to its grand conclusion. However, if there is one aspect of mine that lingers in your memory, I hope you remember I am no fool. I know what rash and lethal things a wounded pride can bring. So let this letter be less a taunt and more a warning: you will stay out of Waterdeep. You will leave the denizens of this city to their peace. And you will not lay a finger on my friends.
I have conquered the Lord of the Dead. I have evaded the fatal touch. And now the shadows dance around my fingertips. They bend to my will. In every shadow cast, in every corner the light does not touch, I may dwell. With every candle that snuffs out, when Lathander sleeps and Eilistraee begins her dance, I draw ever closer. Should you break from these demands, pray for the mercy of whatever gods you serve, for you will find none from me.
You have been warned.
The immortal defender of the City of Splendours,
Roscoe Greenbottle.
The major events and journals in Roscoe's history, from the beginning to today.
Letter to Jarlaxle Baenre
My dear Lord Baenre, Captain Zord, or Mr Mystere (whatever you are calling yourself now, really), I was surprised to hear of your recent departure from Waterdeep. I was hoping to see you beforehand - share a drink, discuss things in your wonderful armc...
03:44 am - 24.05.2024A Caged Bird Freed
How I have missed you all these years. I wish I knew sooner. Now I know your children are in good hands when my time comes. And it's coming soon.
7th of Tarsahk, 1492 (Year of Three Ships Sailing)My Purpose
Drasek has opened my eyes to the truth of the unfinished business I must fulfil. I will fix the wrongs that I have made. But I don't know if I'm ready to leave this world yet. I don't want to die...
5th of Tarsahk, 1492 (Year of Three Ships Sailing)The paper bird flies...
I can't believe it. She's alive...
5th of Tarsahk, 1492 (Year of Three Ships Sailing)The Xanatharian Assault
I have faced danger many times in my life and unlife alike. But staring down the Xanathar itself... that scares you. This Grand Game better be worth it.
2nd of Tarsahk, 1492 (Year of Three Ships Sailing)The Maskarans
Now I know where my powers come from, and who's on my side. Seems I've impressed them by killing Urstul. Yet I still don't know what I am - or how long I have.
2nd of Tarsahk, 1492 (Year of Three Ships Sailing)Brindul Alley Rescue
The man that killed me has now died to my hand, and the children are finally safe. Today has seen us make a large dint in Manshoon's operations. This is only the beginning.
2nd of Tarsahk, 1492 (Year of Three Ships Sailing)Revenant
I'll protect those I love with every undying breath. I will not waste this second chance I've been given.
1st of Tarsahk, 1492 (Year of Three Ships Sailing)Introducing Rowan
In the Pit of Blood and Fortune, Mavis came into contact with a travelling bard who shares a common hatred for the Xanatharians. We need all the help we can get if we're going to be playing the Grand Game.
26th of Ches, 1492 (Year of Three Ships SailingHeist on the Eyecatcher
While the others had their covers quickly blown, I successfully obtained Zelifarn's crystal ball, as well as some very interesting files regarding the Cult of Asmodeus and the Grand Game. It appears I've got some reading to do.
09:14 am - 27.10.2020Goodbye, Renaer
Today, on the 22nd of Ches, a good man died in Trollskull Alley. And there was nothing I could do.
07:41 am - 27.09.2020You're not a snake, Roscoe. You are a bird who's meant to fly. May your wings never falter.
11:06 pm - 09.09.2020Welcome to the Harpers
I've made too many mistakes in my life. It's time to be better.
01:24 pm - 20.08.2020You've got to justify yourself to someone, Roscoe. Hope they are a just judge.
09:43 am - 03.08.2020One with the Shadows
That's a strange new marking I've got here. But I'll get used to it.
03:04 pm - 05.07.2020Attack on Thorp Manor
Pieron and Mavis' birthday didn't go so well. I have a strong suspicion that the Deepwinters were involved in this fiendish ritual.
04:41 am - 05.07.2020Trollskull Manor
The Thorp twins, Devon and myself are now the proud owners of the ramshackle that is Trollskull Manor. Our tavern would be open for business by now, but there's still that poltergeist...
02:38 pm - 27.06.2020The list of amazing people following the adventures of Roscoe.
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