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<blockquote data-quote="Insight" data-source="post: 3778844" data-attributes="member: 11437">[sblock=Group 2]The journey to Majoor is without incident.&nbsp; The group arrives, sandblasted and fatigued, at the inscribed steel gates to the Jewel of the Cerulean.&nbsp; A pair of armed and armored guards look through the caravan wagons for contraband, then wave the merchants (and our heroes) into Majoor proper.Inside, Majoor is not the place you remember.&nbsp; Though each of you has been to Majoor at least once in recent times (some moreso than others), this city itself seems changed.&nbsp; You see quite a few more beggars and transients choking the dusty city streets.&nbsp; Priests of Thyr and Muir wander seemingly aimless, blessing the sick and the poor as they go.On the way to the marketplace, you notice a large, flat building converted to some sort of triage.&nbsp; Inside, dozens of dirty mats comprise a sort of hospice for the very sick.&nbsp; The beds are filled with twisted and tortured souls waiting to die.&nbsp; Though virulent disease is nothing new in the desert, the amount of sick seems high to you.Shub'Nagal nudges G'Sharn.&nbsp; &quot;You see it now, the Curse,&quot; the old man explains.&nbsp; &quot;A fever, boils, then a tortuous death.&nbsp; It it a curse upon the land.&nbsp; It is a curse for our impiety.&nbsp; It is a curse for what is to come.&nbsp; I would be careful here in Majoor if I were you.&quot;The caravan travels the rest of the way to the bazaar, and drops you off.&nbsp; Caravan leaders thank each of you, and pays you each 35gp for your efforts, despite the fact that it turned out you weren't really needed as guards after all&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> You are now in the Majoor bazaar, within sight of the Temple of the Eternal Sun (to the north) and a great fountain bearing a large iron merchant's scale (to the south).&nbsp; The marketplace is busy with activity, and you notice a seeming dearth of guards in a place likely rife with pickpockets and con-men.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Insight, post: 3778844, member: 11437"] [sblock=Group 2] The journey to Majoor is without incident. The group arrives, sandblasted and fatigued, at the inscribed steel gates to the Jewel of the Cerulean. A pair of armed and armored guards look through the caravan wagons for contraband, then wave the merchants (and our heroes) into Majoor proper. Inside, Majoor is not the place you remember. Though each of you has been to Majoor at least once in recent times (some moreso than others), this city itself seems changed. You see quite a few more beggars and transients choking the dusty city streets. Priests of Thyr and Muir wander seemingly aimless, blessing the sick and the poor as they go. On the way to the marketplace, you notice a large, flat building converted to some sort of triage. Inside, dozens of dirty mats comprise a sort of hospice for the very sick. The beds are filled with twisted and tortured souls waiting to die. Though virulent disease is nothing new in the desert, the amount of sick seems high to you. Shub'Nagal nudges G'Sharn. [color=slategray]"You see it now, the Curse,"[/color] the old man explains. [color=slategray]"A fever, boils, then a tortuous death. It it a curse upon the land. It is a curse for our impiety. It is a curse for what is to come. I would be careful here in Majoor if I were you."[/color] The caravan travels the rest of the way to the bazaar, and drops you off. Caravan leaders thank each of you, and pays you each 35gp for your efforts, despite the fact that it turned out you weren't really needed as guards after all :D You are now in the Majoor bazaar, within sight of the Temple of the Eternal Sun (to the north) and a great fountain bearing a large iron merchant's scale (to the south). The marketplace is busy with activity, and you notice a seeming dearth of guards in a place likely rife with pickpockets and con-men. [/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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