15 Tarsakh, 1365 DR
Some adventuring bands are formed by deliberate choice; others fate throws together. The beginning of our saga sees the latter phenomenon.
Whenever a ship puts into New Phlan, the Bitter Blade sees more business than usual. Such was the case one mid-spring evening. The Darter, a cog whose handling under sail utterly belied her name, had arrived that afternoon bearing cargo and passengers from Hillsfar. Four of her crew, three old sea dogs and a newly-signed young woman, were taking their leave in the tavern. They were intent upon carousing as sailors in port will so frequently be, and eager to show she was no lubberly lass the female of their number began to lavish attentions upon the comely maid tasked with keeping their tankards full. None too receptive to begin with, she finally had enough when a hand made its way into her blouse, and made her objection plain by way of a volume of mead directed at the face of the offender and another directed at her companions.
At the next table sat the Darter’s five passengers: Sir Benedick Morningwood, Forgann Stoneburrow, Lanyssa Silverfall, Vesper Lynd, and Angerus Anvilfall. The last patrons into the Blade that night, they had been all been seated at the same table for no other reason that it was the only one with open seats when they arrived. All were already a bit sullen, with little patience for mayhem when events unfolded.
Having thrown her drinks at the sailors, the maid spun around to head away from their table, but was shoved in retaliation and went flying over Vesper’s chair. Vesper rose to admonish the sailors for their lack of chivalry. A dagger thrown at her head was the reply from the now-drenched instigator. This aroused the ire of the others at the table (particularly Sir Morningwood, who thought the use of deadly weapons in a bar brawl to be unsporting). Battle was joined.
The sailors should have stayed aboard the Darter. Two fell victim to Angerus, who despite his memory loss remained quite adept at situations such as this. A third fell beneath Forgann’s blade, while the last collapsed in a sobbing heap following a particularly vicious taunt by Lanyssa. The brawl ended to cheers from the Blade’s other patrons…and the arrival of a squad of city guardsmen. The party were relieved of their weapons, and escorted to the holding cells beneath the main barracks. It was an inauspicious beginning to their adventures in Phlan.