Waterdeep in Celebration
It’s the last major sporting celebration of the Waterdavian calendar, when the top 16 ethnic teams from the Sword Coast Association of Football Clubs (SCAFC) descend on the city for their annual playoff tournament. Tourists from across the Sword Coast come, and the casinos and sports books see more gold wagered and won (and lost) than any other time of the year. Purses are fat from the recent harvest, and they soon could be a lot emptier or a lot fuller if they make their wagers on the right team to lift the Open Lord’s Cup, given as a trophy to the winning side in the SCAFC playoffs.
But beyond the competitions on the pitch and the wagering in the sports books, there’s an uneasiness settling across the city and along the entire Sword Coast. Most people think they are just being jittery after the events of the last decade, but many can’t shake a feeling that the world seems to be holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Only—will that something be a sign of wonders or will it be a portent of woe? None can say, yet.