Chapter 001: Fired and Forgotten! Scene 001

Our story begins in the city of Sharn, whose towers reach heavenwards as if to touch the moons scattered about the daytime sky. A network of bridges, walkways and elevators present a maze in every direction, each bustling with cosmopolitan citizens. Above the city, the shining Skyway district eclipses the sun. Below, the poor and needy pace the slums for their next meal. In the district of Upper Dura, toward the reaches of Sharn's mile high towers, a crowd of would be heroes has gathered....

A smiling elf man in a Brelish blue cloak waves at the crowd and shouts "Welcome to a tradition as old as Sharn itself." He waves his cloak with practiced flair. "A competition of guts and skill to test the mettle of the heroes of the Clifftop Adventurers' Guild and the cowards from Deaths gate." The audience cheers and boos appropriately.

Challengers, introduce yourselves.

The elf hands each of you an antiquated talisman with an emblem of a feather in the center. These are Feather Fall Talismans, similar to the Feather Token common among the citizens of Sharn. However unlike the more modern token which will activate on its own to prevent you from hitting the ground, the talisman requires manual activation. Not great for saving lives, but perfect for a game of Sharn Chicken!

"And their challengers, representing the Deathsgate Guild...." Three people step up to collect their talismans: a halfling in a patterned poncho with dinosaur feathers woven into her hair, an elf in gold and black robes with a skull painted on here face, and an orc in scratched and beaten mail. The last spits on the ground and shrugs.

The trio shake themselves out and stretch, then after a moment's pause, the elven announcer picks up his commentary.

"The aim of the game is simple. The last one to activate your feather fall talisman wins!" He shuffles everyone up to the edge of the bridge, tiptoes dangling over a mile of weaving bridges, towers and sky coaches.

"Now... JUMP!"

Just as TalZerai begins to descend, a strong gust of wind knocks him off balance. It prevents him from controlling his lateral movement very well.

The Deathsgate Guild members leap off the ledge. The halfling seems to have done this before. She flattens her arms against her body and points herself like an arrow to the ground far below. The elf's hands move through arcane gestures when all of a sudden her descent slows. It appears she cast a levitation spell. The orc flails around and looks panicked for a minute, before regaining his composure.

All of a sudden you see a washing line spanning two of the towers. It's in your path of descent. Roll to overcome!