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<blockquote data-quote="Manzanita" data-source="post: 1489942" data-attributes="member: 10109">MonemvasiaYou lead your wagon through increasingly populated areas.&nbsp; There are many olive and grape plantations, fields of wheat, and orchards for cherries, pomegranates, and pears.&nbsp; Goats and cows seem in good supply.&nbsp; People look up and smile as you pass.&nbsp; The hobgoblins are sullen, and don't speak unless Irene talks to them.&nbsp; Jezibel seems lost in thought, and is also generally silent.At last you top a ridge and see Monemvasia proper.&nbsp; A vast boulder, jutting out into the sea, topped be a castle, and joined to the mainland by a narrow causeway.&nbsp; The sun is setting as you approach the gates to the city, which lie on the mainland, just before the causeway.&nbsp; There is a line at the gates, merchants, peasants, and travelers.&nbsp; There is muttering in the crowd, evidently a toll has been implemented.&nbsp; Now everyone will have to pay to enter the city.&nbsp; A large &amp; wicked-looking half-orc appears to be in charge of the gate.&nbsp; Several humans with glaives and chainmail support him.&nbsp; On the towers around the gate are numerous guards with crossbows.&nbsp; As your turn approaches, the half-orc looks at the crest on the wagon &amp; says, “Where’s Sven?&nbsp; He owes me money!”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manzanita, post: 1489942, member: 10109"] [b]Monemvasia[/b] You lead your wagon through increasingly populated areas. There are many olive and grape plantations, fields of wheat, and orchards for cherries, pomegranates, and pears. Goats and cows seem in good supply. People look up and smile as you pass. The hobgoblins are sullen, and don't speak unless Irene talks to them. Jezibel seems lost in thought, and is also generally silent. At last you top a ridge and see Monemvasia proper. A vast boulder, jutting out into the sea, topped be a castle, and joined to the mainland by a narrow causeway. The sun is setting as you approach the gates to the city, which lie on the mainland, just before the causeway. There is a line at the gates, merchants, peasants, and travelers. There is muttering in the crowd, evidently a toll has been implemented. Now everyone will have to pay to enter the city. A large & wicked-looking half-orc appears to be in charge of the gate. Several humans with glaives and chainmail support him. On the towers around the gate are numerous guards with crossbows. As your turn approaches, the half-orc looks at the crest on the wagon & says, “Where’s Sven? He owes me money!” [/QUOTE]

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