Wroat, the second Mol of Barrakas, 1002 YK
The newly chartered adventuring party and guild is recovering in Wroat, freshly returned from their first action under official license. They sit in the common room of the Inn of the Broken View (named for its large window looking across the Howling River at Brokenblade Castle), enjoying a liesurely evening meal. A new supply of money lines their pockets, new items of magic mingle with their other possessions, and a sense of accomplishment nourishes their souls.
For the first time in weeks there is no soreness to their limbs, there are no insects dining on their blood, and there is no urgent sense of danger around every corner. It is, in fact, perfectly peaceful and comfortable. As the wife of the innkeeper brings a platter loaded with steaming fresh bread, a pile of fresh ribs and another pitcher of ale, all seems right with the world.
Then everyone is startled to see Talas freeze in mid-motion, hand halfway to the food.
[sblock=Talas]
With no warning, you suddenly hear the voice of what sounds like a gnome inside your head. Your services are requested. Bring your companions to Kern's Rest and Revelry tomorrow morning to discuss arrangements. Be prepared to travel. A House Sivis Service. And just like that the voice is gone.[/sblock]
Rogue's Gallery
The newly chartered adventuring party and guild is recovering in Wroat, freshly returned from their first action under official license. They sit in the common room of the Inn of the Broken View (named for its large window looking across the Howling River at Brokenblade Castle), enjoying a liesurely evening meal. A new supply of money lines their pockets, new items of magic mingle with their other possessions, and a sense of accomplishment nourishes their souls.
For the first time in weeks there is no soreness to their limbs, there are no insects dining on their blood, and there is no urgent sense of danger around every corner. It is, in fact, perfectly peaceful and comfortable. As the wife of the innkeeper brings a platter loaded with steaming fresh bread, a pile of fresh ribs and another pitcher of ale, all seems right with the world.
Then everyone is startled to see Talas freeze in mid-motion, hand halfway to the food.
[sblock=Talas]
With no warning, you suddenly hear the voice of what sounds like a gnome inside your head. Your services are requested. Bring your companions to Kern's Rest and Revelry tomorrow morning to discuss arrangements. Be prepared to travel. A House Sivis Service. And just like that the voice is gone.[/sblock]
Rogue's Gallery
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