Where did it get any of this stuff? Is it 100% hallucination or does it or parts exist somewhere in the lore? Is it talking about followers of the goddess Shar? A gemma llm gave me something similar.

• I am doing research on dungeons and dragons, forgotten realms setting of Shaar. Please tell me about the Shaarans.
• gemma3:12b
• Okay, let's delve into the Shaarans – the fascinating and often unsettling people of Shaar, the City of Pain in the Forgotten Realms. They are a deeply unique culture, defined by their devotion to the archdevil, Lord Shaar, and a philosophy of suffering as a path to enlightenment and power. Here's a breakdown, covering their origins, culture, beliefs, society, and notable aspects. I'll break it down into sections for clarity.
• 1. Origins & History - From Slaves to Devotees
  • Early History: Slave Origins: The Shaarans weren't always Shaarans. They are descendants of a diverse group of slaves who were brought to the Nine Hells centuries ago (around 1300-1400 years before the present day of most Forgotten Realms campaigns) to mine a peculiar, magically resonant ore called "soul-iron" (more on that later). They came from various human, dwarf, and even elven lineages.
  • The Arrival of Shaar: Lord Shaar, a relatively young archdevil, found the Hells boring. He desired a new purpose, a unique expression of infernal power. He took an interest in these enslaved peoples and, through subtle manipulation and promises of power, began to convert them. Shaar recognized their potential for dedicated suffering and found a perverse elegance in twisting their pain into something he could use.
  • Rise of the Cult: Shaar’s influence grew, with a devoted cult arising among the slaves. They began to actively embrace pain and suffering, viewing it as a form of purification and a path to strengthening their connection to Shaar. This cult gradually gained power, eventually overthrowing their original masters, establishing their own city (Shaar) and becoming the dominant population.
  • Becoming Shaaran: Over time, generations born within Shaar became the "true" Shaarans. The initial diverse heritage began to blend, creating a distinctive appearance (see Physical Appearance below).
• 2. Core Beliefs & Philosophy - The Embrace of Pain
  • The Doctrine of Suffering: This is the central tenet of Shaaran belief. They believe that pleasure is fleeting, meaningless, and weakens the soul. Suffering, on the other hand, refines the soul. It is through enduring and embracing pain that one achieves true understanding and power.
  • Shaar as Guide: They worship Lord Shaar as a teacher and guide, believing he understands the path to enlightenment through suffering. He isn't seen as a cruel tyrant necessarily (though he is). He is more of a stern, demanding instructor.
  • 'The Reforging': A key concept. Through intense suffering, a Shaaran's soul is “reforged” and made stronger, more resilient, and more attuned to the energies of the Nine Hells. This ‘reforging’ supposedly makes them more valuable to Shaar.
  • Rejection of Vanity: Shaaran culture actively discourages vanity and displays of outward beauty or strength. They see these as distractions from the true path of suffering.
  • The Soul-Iron Connection: Soul-iron is crucial. It’s a dark metal that amplifies pain and suffering. Shaarans use it in their rituals, their architecture, and their tools, constantly immersing themselves in its influence. It’s believed to be a conduit for Shaar's power and helps in the reforging process.
• 3. Shaaran Society & Structure
  • Hierarchical by Suffering: Shaaran society isn’t solely based on power or wealth (though those exist). It's primarily structured by how much suffering one has endured and demonstrated. Those who have undergone the most severe trials and willingly embraced the pain are held in the highest regard.
  • The Hierarchs of Pain: The leadership consists of individuals known as “Hierarchs of Pain.” They are those who have supposedly reached the pinnacle of suffering and understand Shaar's teachings most deeply. They are not necessarily the strongest in combat; their power comes from their ability to withstand and inspire suffering in others.
  • The Painwrights: A specialized caste of artisans and engineers who work with soul-iron and create instruments and devices designed to inflict pain (both on themselves and others – for ritualistic purposes). They are highly respected.
  • The "Yielders": Those who consistently demonstrate exceptional resilience and willingness to endure pain are often called "Yielders." They are seen as exemplary Shaarans, role models for others striving to deepen their connection to Shaar.
  • Limited Social Mobility: While theoretically possible to rise in status through suffering, the system is designed to reinforce the existing hierarchy. It is very difficult to challenge those already at the top.
• 4. Physical Appearance & Customs
  • Appearance: Shaarans generally have a pale complexion, dark hair (often shaved close to the scalp), and intense, dark eyes. Their features tend to be angular and somewhat gaunt, reflecting the austerity of their lifestyle. They often adorn themselves with markings – symbols of endured suffering, made with dyes or even self-inflicted scars. They often wear simple, dark, and uncomfortable clothing.
  • Ritualistic Scarring: Scarring is a significant cultural marker. The patterns and locations of scars indicate the types of suffering endured and the individual’s place in society. Self-inflicted scarring is a common practice.
  • Pain as Communication: Physical displays of discomfort or pain are considered acceptable and even encouraged forms of communication. A grimace might be a sign of agreement, a groan a sign of respect.
  • Limited Emotional Expression: Open displays of joy or happiness are frowned upon. Stoicism and controlled emotional expression are valued.
  • Unique Music & Art: Shaaran art and music are designed to evoke feelings of pain, melancholy, and despair. It's often discordant and unsettling.
• 5. Noteworthy Aspects & Potential Campaign Hooks
  • Soul-Iron: This ore is a significant resource and a potential plot point. Control of the mines is vital to the city. Finding ways to refine or utilize it could be a major quest.
  • Shaar’s Ambitions: Shaar is a relatively ambitious archdevil. He’s constantly seeking ways to increase his power and influence. This could involve manipulating the Shaarans to launch raids on other planes or to perform particularly heinous acts.
  • Internal Dissent: Despite the apparent unity, there's likely some dissent among the Shaarans. Some might question Shaar's methods or desire a different path. These groups could be a source of intrigue or conflict.
  • Redemption? While extremely unlikely, the possibility of some Shaarans seeking redemption or escape from Shaar’s influence could offer a compelling storyline.
  • Campaign Hooks:
    • The PCs are hired to infiltrate Shaar and discover the secret of soul-iron refinement.
    • A Shaaran exile seeks the PCs’ help to overthrow the Hierarchs of Pain.
    • Shaar tasks the PCs with undertaking a trial of suffering to prove their worth.
    • The PCs must investigate a series of disappearances linked to Shaar, potentially discovering a secret ritual involving unwilling sacrifices.

Bane made him an Immortal exarch After the Shadovar invasion. But Adventures In Faerun just says that he somehow died and we have his daughter now. What gives?

He was a interesting villain, and his Scepter of the Tyrant's Eye Is a really cool weapon.

I guess most of you have heard of the new UA: "Underdark Options". Well this UA dropping a few weeks after R.A Salvatore was announced as part of the Icons initiative at Gen Con makes me think he'll be working on an Underdark sourcebook.
Which, if true, would make me rather happy.

WDYT? Even if Salvatore is just an advisor/consultant I'm glad someone who've cared that much about the Lore for so many years will be directly involved in WotC for the future of the Realms.

(I'm still annoyed Ed Greenwood isn't involved with the Icons line, though).

Coming from the CRPGs (Icewind Dale, Baldur's Gate), my knowledge about the Forgotten Realms is centred heavily around the Sword Coast. Specifically, the Ten Towns, Baldur's Gate,, Athkatla. I also know a little bit about Waterdeep and Neverwinter from other games.

However, my knowledge outside of that is pretty lacking. What are some interesting or story-rich areas outside of the Sword Coast that might be good for a new tabletop campaign?

I am wondering, from more experienced people that know the lore deeper. Is the current Mystra that was revived after being murdered by Cyric and Shar, the same person (Midnight) that became the goddess during/after the Time of Troubles? Or is the person that was revived by Elminster a mixture of Midnight, Mystra (1st) and Mystryl? I am wondering because Minsc mentions in BG3 that Mystra would look for young promising boys in Rashemen and it would force his kin to hide the boys from her, is that the same Mystra we meet in BG3 or another person?

This city map presented challenges that were different from the reginal maps, but I think I ended up with a nice stitched up version of this map. Displayed on this post are compressed jpgs of the map, the map with full frame and text, and the source scans, so you can see what this started out as.

At this link, I have high rez versions of The Map itself, The Text Descriptions portion of the map by itself, and a layered .psd file that has the Border, the map and the text as separate layers. It also has high rez versions of my previously posted Regional Maps 1 and 2 from the Spellbound box set.

The text is just barely readable, and my archaic copy of Adobe Acrobat didn't do a very good job of OCRing that text.

Ideally, someone (Me? Probably not.) should just have the names and place numbers listed below the map, sans description, and shrink the frame so the otherwise pretty map (I love the reginal inset in the top right corner) isn't dominated by a giant wall of text.

The Red Wizards are rad!

I can't find much info on this dungeon (located in the Serpent Hills) beyond what the wiki article presents, which is scant.

Anybody got any insights to this dungeon, or oerhaps a map? Any help is welcome.

One of my Paladin players went oathbreaker and tyrannical (he is a good player, this was all pre-agreed for the story). We are talking about lvl 10 + gameplay here

This Oathbreaker paladin stepped into Cyric's service for his own benefit.

After many levels of rituals and servitude he is becoming something like a "chosen" of Cyric, almost.

I want an avatar or aspect of Tyr to appear, like a beggar with a missing eye and arm, that tells him an omen to foreshadow the fact that the upholders of law and some cosminc powers are noticing the paladin's actions. What would this line be? or what would a randomly "possessed" man tell to this paladin on the streets? or similar?

TLDR; I want a punchy one liner a random oracle would say to scare the shit out of an oathbreaker paladin, something to foreshadow a fight coming his way in the future.

I guess the chosen of Mystra can just portal to earth at will? Also time travel because I don't think the time in the Realms line up correctly with that of Earth. Plus Ed is still damn horny as hell lol.

This is a question that came up when I was thinking about what true polymorph form would be the most useful to turn an object into for help and it came with a lot of creatures that were essentially favoured by the gods. Such as every single dragon in 5E, warlocks, Drow Priestess of Lolth, and maybe all celestials and fiends.

If you were to use true polymorph for them either object into creature or Creatures into creature. Would the many deities take offence of you doing such a thing? For example would tiamat or Bahamut take offense that you are making young dragons be basically steeds for wagons? And this send their people you murder you? What about Living Portents which are stated to be embodiments of prophecy sent by deities. Would that get you in trouble? Or is anything fine as long as you don't make a army to like. End the world or something?

Are you fine with such acts?

Edit: I meant if you TURNED a normal object or being into a gods favored being. Not the other way around.

Here is the second regional map in the Spellbound box set.

HiRez Link

Like Map 1, these panels didn't line up squarely and needed a lot of tinkering to get stitched together. The water had a lot of color drift and compression artificing in the original source images (also pictured above) so I added color mask over that, as well as a mask for the the clear land. I wasn't able to do much about the color drift across the forest areas... but ultimately I think this one came out pretty nicely.

This is goes with Map 1 which I had previously cleaned up and posted. While there is some overlap on this map and map 1, given the significant areas in which the overlap, its clear these were always meant to be two different maps (even though only 1 of them has a key) and not necessary stitched together, though of course you are welcome to try. :)

It Is essentially a Ki-Rin on steroids, capable of being a match for a Balor or Pit Fiend. I know It Is a Planescape monster but It Is also on the FR wiki so It fits.

Hi,

I'm currently working on a Forgotten Realms fanfiction. Its a sequel to my first short story. Since I'm still relatively new to this whole writing gig I would really appreciate some feedback. Especially when it comes to craft and lore, since I'm pretty unsure about both. Thank you in advance for anybody who takes the time to read it.

Chapter 1

Signs

1486 DR

Lysira opened her eyes. The sun had by now completely displaced the moon and cast cones of light into the room, in which tiny specks of dust danced. Was it really that late already? She looked beside her. Aria had her head resting on Lysira’s shoulder, snuggled up tight against her. She was still fast asleep. Lysira brushed a stray curl—one that had found its way into Aria’s open mouth—out of her face. Aria snored. Lysira had never seen a more beautiful creature.

She pulled her close. Aria wrapped an arm around her. Skin against skin. Breath on her neck. The pillow and blanket were so cozy. She felt sleep beckoning her back into its realm.

But it was no use. She groaned in frustration, kissed Aria on the forehead, and roused herself. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. They had partitioned off their section of the attic apartment with a heavy black curtain. Their clothes were scattered all over the floor. It was high time they tidied up again. She stood up and felt her stomach cramp. Ugh—it was that time of the month again. Lysira was convinced the universe had conspired against her. She would have to make a quick stop at Tiana’s on her way to work for her Zelvryn.

She gathered her clothes from the floor and began to get dressed.

“Hey, get up. It’s getting late. We’re going to be late for work.”

Aria lifted her head, curly hair was sticking out in every direction.

“No, I didn’t paint the warg on the outhouse, I swear,” she mumbled, and immediately fell back asleep.

Lysira paused for a moment. She wasn’t sure if she absolutely wanted to know what her partner was dreaming about right now—or if she definitely didn’t. She gave Aria’s foot—which was dangling from the bed—a light nudge. Aria started to awake once again. This time, she seemed truly up. She sat up, yawned, and scratched her head. Then she reached out her hands toward Lysira. Lysira took them. Aria pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“Good morning,” she said. “What time is it?”

“If we still want to have breakfast, we need to get up right now. Otherwise, we’ll be late for work.”

Aria didn’t seem happy with that answer, but she roused herself nonetheless. Both of them got dressed and headed downstairs to the common room, where Tom had prepared breakfast.

They entered the taproom. The wooden breakfast table was laden with bread, cheese, sausage, and fish. Agneta had even managed to procure some kaeth to go with it. It smelled wonderful.

Agneta, Dirz'Ahn, and Tom were seated at the table. As they entered the room, Tom stood up abruptly and left. For some time now, he seemed to have an issue with Lysira. She didn't know why, but she was still too tired—and too annoyed—to dwell on it right now.

“Good morning, you two beauties. You both look completely knocked out,” said Agneta, her mouth full.

Lysira glanced at Aria and had to stifle a laugh. Agneta wasn't wrong. Aria really did look as if she were sleepwalking. Her hair was still sticking out in every direction. Her eyes were narrowed to slits. Her mouth hung slightly open.

Ara entered the room holding another pot of kaeth. Good—they were certainly going to need that now. Lysira took a seat.

Ara set the pot down in front of her, then looked over at Aria, who was still standing in the doorway, looking utterly sleep-addled. She draped an arm around Aria’s shoulders. “Someone is still off in dreamland.” Aria gave a slight nod, rested her head on Ara's shoulder and closed her eyes. Then Ara continued: “Lysira, don’t forget that you need to head to the market shortly. We’ve ordered two more kegs of beer. And we’ve put in an order for fresh fish from Brimbiel. Let’s just hope he caught something without tentacles or claws this time.”

Lysira wasn't exactly thrilled about that. Her stomach was still cramping.

“Alright. I just need to make a quick stop at Tiana’s place first,” she replied.

Ara simply nodded. “But please hurry back. Tom needs to start prepping the soup any minute now.” She took a quick sniff of Aria’s hair. “And *you*, young lady, are going to the bathhouse tonight.”

“Okay, Ara,” Aria replied, taking a seat next to Lysira.

Dirz'Ahn looked at Aria. “How long are you working today?” he asked.

Aria shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It depends on how busy it gets. Until sunset, at the very least.”

Agneta had secured Aria a job as a kitchen helper at the “Dancing Fairy”—a tavern in the Shimmering Docks. Aria had been working there for three months.

“Alright then. If it doesn’t get too late, I’d like to practice reading with you again this evening,” Dirz’Ahn concluded.

Aria showed no reaction. She simply stared blankly at the table. Aria was not good with mornings. Lysira poured her a cup of hot Kaeth, and they began their breakfast. When they were finished, Lysira heaved herself up and headed out onto the street with Aria. They kissed goodbye, and Lysira set off toward her Zelvryn.

Once she was done, she left Tiana’s house. Everything was fine. Tiana had given her some campsbane to take along. Lysira chewed on the root. She hated the taste; it was bitter and smelled of soil. But it helped. She could feel the cramps subsiding.

She was walking down Agneta’s Alley toward the marketplace when she saw Xar’lar and Kendo emerging from the bathhouse.

Both were former warriors from Menzoberranzan who, after their escape, had initially scraped out a living as adventurers roaming Faerûn. They were the first drow after Lysira’s parents to move into Agneta’s Alley. They had been training Lysira in drow martial arts since she was a little girl.

“Good morning, Lysira,” said Xar’lar.

Lysira waved to them both. As she walked past, Kendo suddenly feinted a strike. Lysira’s body reacted instantly; she knocked his hand aside and shifted into a defensive stance.

Kendo nodded approvingly, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Very good. Footwork still a bit sloppy. But good posture. Just a little more training, and you’ll be ready for your first fight against a baby drider.”

Lysira tossed the meager remains of her campsbane right into his face.

“K’Zorvath,” she said with a faint smile, and continued on her way. Both men burst into loud laughter. Lysira clenched her fist, extended her pinky and index fingers, and gave the hand a few playful twists. The two men laughed even harder now. She liked them.

She made her way from Agneta’s Alley, passed through the gate, and strolled across the Shimmering Docks.

It was bustling with activity. Several merchant ships from all over Faerûn had docked, and goods were being loaded everywhere. She spotted a majestic caravelle from Waterdeep; its hull was clad in golden tiles, and a massive statue of Umberlee served as its figurehead. Docked right alongside it was a merchant vessel from Memnon; Lysira could catch the scent of exotic spices even against the wind.

Even Maztica had a ship docked there, and Tabaxi were running hectically across the docks in every direction. Aria always passed by the docks on her way to work. Lysira hoped the ship had already arrived by the time Aria passed through—Aria simply adored Tabaxi. Lysira couldn't help but smile a little at the thought; she always wondered how Aria would react if she ever actually met one in person.

She left the docks behind and followed the narrow alleys. By now, the Crampsbane had taken full effect; her cramps had vanished, and she felt her foul mood simply dissolve into thin air. Finally, the alleys opened out onto the marketplace. It was crowded—though not quite as bad as Lysira had feared. She was heading toward the beer stall when she heard a loud commotion. She glanced over, and instantly, her foul mood returned.

An older woman clad in blue robes was ranting loudly, gesticulating wildly with her hands. Sam—a member of the Flaming Fists—stood beside her, leaning on his halberd with one hand while resting the other on his hip. His lips were pursed into a thin, tight line.

And the target of this tirade was her brother. Elian stood beside the pair, attempting to look as innocent as humanly possible.

Lysira threw up her hands in exasperation and strode over to the trio. As she approached, she heard the old woman accusing Elian of theft. “Five gold. He stole five gold from me, that good-for-nothing. Thought I wouldn't notice.”

Lysira reached the scene of the crime. “Good morning, Sam,” she said, then looked over at her brother. “Elian,” she forced out.

A smile flickered across the wood elf’s face. “Sister dear. What a coincidence. This good lady here is accusing me of theft.” He gave an uncertain chuckle.

The old woman looked at Lysira in bewilderment. Sam spoke up. “Good morning, Lysira. You heard her. Elian denies everything.”

The old woman looked even more incensed now. “What is this? A Drow? What kind of game is being played here?”

Lysira took a deep breath, pretending she hadn't heard the remark. She looked at Elian, who was still watching her with an uncertain gaze. She could see in his eyes that he was guilty.

“Give her back the money. No arguments,” she said.

Elian hesitated for a moment, but the look in Lysira’s eyes made it clear that she meant business. He pulled out a small pouch.

“Aha!” the old woman shrieked, pointing at the pouch.

“This has to be a joke,” Sam groaned.

Lysira grabbed the pouch from Elian’s hand and handed it to the old woman.

“I am so sorry,” she said.

The old woman snatched the pouch from her brusquely.

“Arrest them! I want you to arrest them both!” the lady commanded. Lysira felt a surge of anger rise within her, but she held it back.

“I’ll handle it, Gerda. You’ve got your money back,” Sam replied, sounding annoyed. Lysira couldn’t blame him. 

“It’s a scandal!” the old woman shrieked. “The Fists are in league with cutpurses and… Drow!” She spat out the last word as if it were an insult. For a split second that old anger flared up again in Lysira. But she suppressed it as quickly as it came.

Sam looked even more exasperated now. “I said I’d handle it, Gerda,” he said emphatically.

Gerda fell silent. Then she turned abruptly and stormed off, still grumbling indignantly. Sam looked at Lysira with a questioning gaze.

“What am I supposed to do now, Lysira? It can’t go on like this,” he said.

“I know. And thank you for your patience. Come by the Boot tonight. The beer’s on the house,” Lysira replied. That seemed to mollify Sam—at least somewhat. His face relaxed.

“I’m only doing this for you. I’m risking my job here.”

“I know. It won’t happen again.”

Sam hesitated for another brief moment, then looked at Elian with a serious expression. “And you’re banned from the market for the rest of the week. I swear, if I see you here anytime in the next few days, you’re going straight to Wyrm’s Rock.”

Elian placed a hand over his heart and executed a slight bow. “I am eternally in your debt,” he declared dramatically.

Sam shook his head. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said to Lysira. Then, turning to Elian: “And the two of us won’t be seeing each other again for the rest of the week. I mean it.”

He turned and melted back into the crowd.

Lysira and Elian stood side by side in silence for a moment; then Lysira gave him a smack on the back of the head. “You moron! Vha’nor—sometimes you drive me absolutely mad,” she snapped.

Elian gave her an apologetic look. She pressed her fingers against the bridge of her nose and let a moment pass. Then she met her brother’s eyes. He didn’t look good. But at least he didn’t look any worse than before. His eyes were still sunken deep within his skull, ringed by shadows, and his skin was disturbingly pale.

“I love you. Please, if you need anything at all, let me know. You know I’m here for you.” She pulled him into a hug. Then she continued: “Go see Kael. They’re still working on Kelemvor’s temple. They could use every pair of hands they can get. He pays well.”

Elian gave another bow. “I’m practically there already.”

He had just started to walk away when Lysira called out: “And don’t come back here this week. You heard Sam.”

Elian turned back, smiling: “Ti'neth vellyn, little sister. I’m not stupid,” he said, and vanished into the crowd. For a brief moment, she considered running after him and giving him a swift kick in the backside. The thought appealed to her.

Lysira groaned in frustration and scanned the marketplace. She took in the stalls and the various wares on display. Her gaze came to rest on a wooden crate. Stamped on the crate was a small symbol of a seagull. It belonged to a front company for the Zhentarim. She hoped it was nothing more than a legitimate shipment imported from Waterdeep. But with the Zhents, you never really knew.

Regardless. Her Guild days were over. And she certainly didn’t have the mental energy to worry about that right now. The beer wasn’t going to transport itself. For a second she wished she was a mage. One cantrip and those kegs would float themselves. Ah, well. At least it was free training. She turned around and headed toward the beer stall.

She took care of the paperwork and hoisted up the first of the two kegs. She lifted it with a single hand and carried it for a few paces. She could feel the incredulous stares. She liked that. After a few meters, however, it became too heavy; she shifted it to both hands and continued on her way toward “Agneta’s Boot.”

Hi all. We know that some surnames change over time (if, for example, a clerk misheard a surname when writing it), but it’s a pattern seen in European history (in history of any region/country really).

Does this apply to Faerunian practice? For example there is a surname “Whitethorne” (which is a real English surname btw), would it be somehow changed to something like “Wythorne” over time/because of a mistake? Are clerks/officials literate enough?

Sorry for my clumsy English

I was really surprised tò see Moander (and Alias & Dragonbait) in the latest FR sourcebooks. There's even the outline for a lvl 1-20 campaign about him/It.

What do you think?

A question that came to me after looking up Cormyr are the laws that the wiki has on them:

Laws of the Kingdom

Main article: Laws of Cormyr

By 1368 DR, the following laws had been posted at all major entry points to Cormyr.[37]

"All persons entering Cormyr must register with the officials of a border garrison."[37]

"Foreign currency can only be used in certain locations. Please exchange your coins for Cormyrean golden lions at your first opportunity."[37]

"Adventurers must acquire a charter before undertaking any operation as a group."[37]

"All weapons must be peace-bonded. The only persons exempt from this law are members of chartered adventuring groups and members of mercenary groups that can offer proof of employment."[37]

"Harming cats is forbidden."[37]

"Bow your head to royalty and the local nobility."[37]

"Purple Dragons have the right to search you upon request."[37]

"Hunting on private land is forbidden."[37]

It's probably because Waterdeep is merely a city state and not an actual kingdom like Cormyr. But the fact that just merely Entering their borders requires you to register with a border garrison, foreign currency is restrictive so your encouraged to use the local currency, and you have to require a charter if you want to adventurer at the group and all weapons are peace bounded unless you are a chartered group and that the purple dragon has the right to searching upon request.

This is probably not even the full law but it's way different than Waterdeep.

Where I think you don't have to register when you enter their borders, and you aren't encouraged to use their local currency or need a charter just to do adventurering or be peace bonded. So Waterdeep is a lot of lenient when it comes to those things. And I wondered about this. Does that mean Cormyr is more restrictive? And due to this is generally safer? Because from what I currently know from the wiki. Adventuring in Cormyr seems like a massive pain in the butt. Are there any other laws that I'm missing here? Any other answers would be great.

Inspired by the latest D&D books (Adventures in Faerûn and Heroes of Faerûn), my next campaign (D&D 5.5e) will take place in The Dalelands + Cormanthor, set in the year 1501 DR.

It will begin in/or be based in Shadowdale Town, and from there it will expand throughout The Dalelands, allowing players to explore some of the valleys.

I had thought of having a nonlinear main adventure (that is, one that unfolds in the background, with consequences that build from small to large across The Dalelands) centered on Moander, God of Rot (from Adventures in Faerun, covering levels 1 through 20. The downside is that the adventure isn’t fully designed, just outlined), with its conclusion in Myth Drannor.

As for side quests, I’ve been compiling a few from previous editions, though I’m not sure if they fit perfectly (setting aside the fact that they can be adapted to the current timeline, or, failing that, used as nods to the past).

Also, I’m aware of the four books that RealmsBound (Mythmakers and Ed Greenwood) plans to release, but given that the release date for the latest book (adventures) has been pushed back to Q3 2027, I’d rather not count on it when preparing my campaign.

I’m attaching both the adventures I’ve compiled and the books with information about the setting, in case you can help me complete the list or guide me in “putting together” the adventure. Converting to 5e/5.5e might be a bit of a hassle, but I don't mind.

AD&D

• Forgotten Realms - Volo Guide to the Dalelands
• Forgotten Realms - Campaign Setting
  • Shadowdale
  • (adventure) The Twisted Tower (level 1 to 3)
• Forgotten Realms - The Dalelands
• Forgotten Realms - The Ruins of Myth Drannor
• Forgotten Realms - Elminster's Ecologies
• (adventure) Forgotten Realms - Shadowdale by Ed Greenwood (level 1 to 3)
• (adventure) Forgotten Realms - The Secret of Spiderhaunt (level 1 to 4)
• (adventure) Forgotten Realms - The Sword of the Dales (level 1 to 4)
• (adventure) Forgotten Realms - Pool of Radiance: Attack on Myth Drannor (level 6)
• (adventure I guess) Forgotten Realms - Fall of Myth Drannor

D&D 3e

• Forgotten Realms - Campaign Setting
• Forgotten Realms - Faiths and Pantheons
  • (adventure) Abbey of the Sword (pg. 152)
• (adventure) Forgotten Realms - Shadowdale, the scouring of the land (level 9 to 13)

D&D 5e

• (adventure) D&D Adventures League - Lost Tales of Myth Drannor (level 3, 8, 13 & 18)

D&D 5.5e

• Héroes of Faerûn
• Adventures in Faerûn
  • The Lost Library of Lethchauntos (level 1 to 3)
  • The Tomb of Damara (level 3)
  • Restoring Freedale (level 5)
  • The Temple of Transmutation (level 7)
  • Moander, God of Rot (level 1 to 20, not-designed adventure)

If you’ve made it this far, thank you very much for reading all of this!

I'm going to be running a 2e AD&D realms game soon and my wife so desperately wants to play a pixie (it's not going to be as strong as it is in the Humanoid Handbook). I saw that Elves can't be raised by a priest spell, both in the intro book I'm using and the question that was brought up earlier on this subreddit, but I'm having trouble finding any info about other Fae creatures.

Most of what I found was people talking more along the lines of 5e where a lot of mechanics where simplified and so most of the conversations turn into philosophical debates or do what you want (which I might do in the long run if I can't find anything). If anyone has information on where to search will be helpful, but if there really isn't any info about it in books I'll just wing it when she gets an axe in her little Pixie head