Goddess FallenAngel
Explorer
You enter the city of Evenstar, the capital city of the small kingdom of Myrbar. People teem throughout the city, packing wagons and draft beasts, and carrying packages to and fro. You see many and varied races, most armed, and a good deal of individuals with the exhausted and desperate look of refugees. Crows and other birds of ill omen seem to be on every rooftop, as if to pronounce doom upon the town.
Myrbar has become the base of operations of the resistance to the Shadowmasters; their army now extends a week’s march from the mountains from whence they came, sweeping across the plains down towards the city, driving refugees of the halfling, orc, and human tribes before them. As you pass through the town, you hear rumors – that the city will soon be abandoned, that the Shadowmaster army is only a week’s march from the city, that they already have spies within the city, working to undermine the resistance from within. Speculation is running wild – will the Sidhe return from their seclusion? Will the warring tribes of centaurs work together and join the alliance? All this and more can be overheard just by walking the streets.
All of you have come here to help, for you own reasons – whether they be noble or base. As you reach the center square, along with several other travelers, a man wearing the uniform of a town crier moves through the crowd. “Here ye, here ye… a call for volunteers for special missions in the war! Gather at the castle at the noon hour! Here ye…” he moves out of the town square. It is now roughly eleven o’clock.
Myrbar has become the base of operations of the resistance to the Shadowmasters; their army now extends a week’s march from the mountains from whence they came, sweeping across the plains down towards the city, driving refugees of the halfling, orc, and human tribes before them. As you pass through the town, you hear rumors – that the city will soon be abandoned, that the Shadowmaster army is only a week’s march from the city, that they already have spies within the city, working to undermine the resistance from within. Speculation is running wild – will the Sidhe return from their seclusion? Will the warring tribes of centaurs work together and join the alliance? All this and more can be overheard just by walking the streets.
All of you have come here to help, for you own reasons – whether they be noble or base. As you reach the center square, along with several other travelers, a man wearing the uniform of a town crier moves through the crowd. “Here ye, here ye… a call for volunteers for special missions in the war! Gather at the castle at the noon hour! Here ye…” he moves out of the town square. It is now roughly eleven o’clock.