Son of Meepo
First Post
As you approach the gates to the keep, it is not as enormous an estate that you might have expected from a distance, the fact that it is crammed into a nook in the hillside obfuscates its size, but it is clear that size was sacrificed for defensibility. There is only one way to access the keep, the wide open road upon which you are traveling, completely devoid of concealing features. As you approach, several dozen guards, weary of your arms and lack of identifying markings, point loaded crossbows in your direction, especially at those who carry identifiable implements that would likely be used for spell-casting. All the men on the walls are dressed in identical armor and carrying identical weapons, except for a single middle-aged man that wears a crested helm and a tabard displaying the Oakley coat of arms. He speaks as you approach within 60 feet of the gate, the acoustics of the hills allowing his voice to carry far.
"Come no closer and identify yourself!"
You get the sense at a single word from this man would send a cloud of crossbow bolts your way.
"Come no closer and identify yourself!"
You get the sense at a single word from this man would send a cloud of crossbow bolts your way.