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Rudiot Gorv is the trader running the mekillot caravan on route from Urik. Rudiot Gorv is a freelance mekillot teamster, hiring transportation for merchants whom have no desire to finance their own transportation. He also trades in obsidian and iron on a small-scale between Urik and Tyr. His small enclosed wagon is drawn by one of the large, tortoise-like mekillots and it carries large stores of good Urik wine, as well as smaller urns of rare spices for the Thyrzan Trading House of Tyr. About a dozen crodlu outsiders circle around the slow-moving wagon, patrolling for any signs of bandits and search the horizon for hostile weather. About twenty guards march with the wagon, often taking breaks to ride on the wagon. These guards second as laborers, constantly and reluctantly setting up tents and accomplishing any necessary heavy-lifting. A handful of merchants have paid for space on the wagon to travel and carry their wares. Another half dozen ride their own inixes, traveling with the caravan for protection.
The trip has been unevenful so far. The caravan is currently three days out of Urik on the well-worn road from Urik. The wagon is expected to reach the oasis known as Silver Spring to the south in another two days or so. The wagon has finished packing up the various tent and prepared the animals for moving just as the sun reaches the horizon. Rudiot, as usual, hopes to cover as much ground before midday, when the caravan usually breaks for several hours and waits out the worst of the day's heat. The crimson sun is just beginning to reflect off the cracked, orange stony barren ground that stretches off in every direction.
Late yesterday, the elven tribe called the Rockswift caught up with the caravan have decide to travel with them for a few days until they reach Silver Spring. Rudiot seems receptive to it, despite that these elves ensure that his guards will waste most of their wages on cheap elven goods and cheaper elven wine. His reasoning that these elves cannot cheat him worse than Silver Hand elves whom run the Silver Spring and maybe these Rockswift will provide him with some trade opportunities before they reach Tyr and Tyr's harsh import taxes. Another unusual happening is the inclusion of two pterrans into the caravan, whom they encountered a day outside of Urik. While unusual to see, they two of them have not caused any trouble; unlike one of the other pterrans whom broke one of his guard's jaw in a fight. The final strange event was the half-giant guard whom went berserk during a dice game and killed one of his outriders. At least that beast will bring good coin when he gets sold to the Tyr colliseum.
Players start wherever they like in this context.
The trip has been unevenful so far. The caravan is currently three days out of Urik on the well-worn road from Urik. The wagon is expected to reach the oasis known as Silver Spring to the south in another two days or so. The wagon has finished packing up the various tent and prepared the animals for moving just as the sun reaches the horizon. Rudiot, as usual, hopes to cover as much ground before midday, when the caravan usually breaks for several hours and waits out the worst of the day's heat. The crimson sun is just beginning to reflect off the cracked, orange stony barren ground that stretches off in every direction.
Late yesterday, the elven tribe called the Rockswift caught up with the caravan have decide to travel with them for a few days until they reach Silver Spring. Rudiot seems receptive to it, despite that these elves ensure that his guards will waste most of their wages on cheap elven goods and cheaper elven wine. His reasoning that these elves cannot cheat him worse than Silver Hand elves whom run the Silver Spring and maybe these Rockswift will provide him with some trade opportunities before they reach Tyr and Tyr's harsh import taxes. Another unusual happening is the inclusion of two pterrans into the caravan, whom they encountered a day outside of Urik. While unusual to see, they two of them have not caused any trouble; unlike one of the other pterrans whom broke one of his guard's jaw in a fight. The final strange event was the half-giant guard whom went berserk during a dice game and killed one of his outriders. At least that beast will bring good coin when he gets sold to the Tyr colliseum.
Players start wherever they like in this context.
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