The Blades of Inheritance: A stranger steps out of the shadows, presses a weapon into your palm and says, “Keep this close,” before fading away. When you look down, it’s a dagger marked with your name.
A sudden burst of light, and the thunderous sound from a hundred feet in heavy boots envelopes you. Shouted commands -voices you know as the City Watch -clue you in on the fact that somebody doesn’t want you to have this knife.
As you once more look to the blade, and silently ask, “What now?” a pinpoint of elemental light cuts through the lightening gloom to reveal a previously hidden door. As you rush through, you hear the watch soldiers exclaim, “We have to find all of those blades…the blood throne mustn’t go to anyone but Lord Gareth, upon his orders.”
Against all reason, you find yourself in the cheap, small bedroom of a cheap, small tavern filled with strangers…all but one with a similar knife to yours.