pneumatik
The 8th Evil Sage
As promised the two soldiers are quick and polite in their search. "Thank you for making this easy," Thalen says. When the soldiers complete their search and find nothing he says, "I wish you luck in Seaquen."
You continue on for several more hours. Eventually the swamp grows more shallow and fades into rocky forest. The road appears again, rising about 30 feet above sea level. You abandon your rowboats. They join several others left by fellow refugees. Soon the thick stench of swamp is replaced by salt and surf. The road forks. You take the road to the north that leads to Seaquen.
You pass through the thin band of forest onto the open ground of the peninsula. The town of Sequen sits around a natural harbor. The Lyceum Academy sits on a hill on the eastern edge of the harbor. It's a walled campus with several heavy stone buildings. Between the edge of the forest and Seaquen is a sea of refugee camps. Several thousand refugees make their home in those camps. Some cram into simple wooden houses or shacks, but most make do with simple tents.
Torrent steps forward. "Well, the rain and the clouds aren't helping, but I do believe we've made it," she says. "I know someone in Seaquen. He's a guy name Lee Sidoneth. He mentored me when I was younger. Anyway, he knows folks in the Lyceum. He should be able to get us in to see the right folks to hand over the information we've been carrying."
"Yes, let's get to the Lyceum," Katrina says. "And indoors. And a hot meal. And a warm bed."
So where to, heroes?
You continue on for several more hours. Eventually the swamp grows more shallow and fades into rocky forest. The road appears again, rising about 30 feet above sea level. You abandon your rowboats. They join several others left by fellow refugees. Soon the thick stench of swamp is replaced by salt and surf. The road forks. You take the road to the north that leads to Seaquen.
You pass through the thin band of forest onto the open ground of the peninsula. The town of Sequen sits around a natural harbor. The Lyceum Academy sits on a hill on the eastern edge of the harbor. It's a walled campus with several heavy stone buildings. Between the edge of the forest and Seaquen is a sea of refugee camps. Several thousand refugees make their home in those camps. Some cram into simple wooden houses or shacks, but most make do with simple tents.
Torrent steps forward. "Well, the rain and the clouds aren't helping, but I do believe we've made it," she says. "I know someone in Seaquen. He's a guy name Lee Sidoneth. He mentored me when I was younger. Anyway, he knows folks in the Lyceum. He should be able to get us in to see the right folks to hand over the information we've been carrying."
"Yes, let's get to the Lyceum," Katrina says. "And indoors. And a hot meal. And a warm bed."
So where to, heroes?