1372 DR, Eleint 1
Scardale Town, Scardale
Change was in the air.
It was more than the slow recovery from the Shaking Plague, or
the whirlwind of rumors surrounding the various states showing
an interest in the town. Khelvos Dermmen, governor of Scardale,
had finally decided to appoint a Lord over the City of Thieves.
Some said it was a masterstroke, heading off the claims of Sculla
Darkhope and the Zhentarim. Others said that it was merely to
get rid of his pious nephew, Ashchenon Dermmen, by putting him
somewhere the young noble could not possibly last. Still others
thought it sent a clear message to the former occupiers of Scardale
Town to stay away. Whatever the reason, Ashchenon's arrival was
the talk of the town; some welcomed the change, the usual syncophants,
the merchants, those who loved discipline. More hated such an
oppressive and pretentious move. This included the town's newer
residents, the thieves, the bandits, those who wanted privacy or
discretion.
Scardale Town was a town feeding upon itself, like rats fighting over
a corpse. The worst of the worst lived in the Labrynth, a series of
narrow alleys and crowded buildings north of the docks. At the
entrance to the Labrynth was the Song and Sheep, an inn that catered
to both the best and the worst of the town's inhabitants. One could
find a group of nobles there as often as a gang of theives planning their
next heist. It was a meeting place as important as the Four Dolphins
Fountain, a place of uneasy truce between society and those who
preyed upon them.
The owner was Polonus, who tonight had his usual place behind
the bar. He seemed more irritable than normal, either because one of
his many rumored money schemes had gone sour, or because most of
his patronage was waiting for the new Lord's arrival in town. "He'll
be around," Polonus kept saying as he cleaned glasses. "If he really
wants to see Scardale Town, he'll have to come by here. But no, they
all have to follow him like lost puppies..."
[OOC: the PC's are all patrons of the Song and Sheep- all of you have
at least a nodding acquantance with one another, whether or not you've
adventured before. Time for introductions!]
Scardale Town, Scardale
Change was in the air.
It was more than the slow recovery from the Shaking Plague, or
the whirlwind of rumors surrounding the various states showing
an interest in the town. Khelvos Dermmen, governor of Scardale,
had finally decided to appoint a Lord over the City of Thieves.
Some said it was a masterstroke, heading off the claims of Sculla
Darkhope and the Zhentarim. Others said that it was merely to
get rid of his pious nephew, Ashchenon Dermmen, by putting him
somewhere the young noble could not possibly last. Still others
thought it sent a clear message to the former occupiers of Scardale
Town to stay away. Whatever the reason, Ashchenon's arrival was
the talk of the town; some welcomed the change, the usual syncophants,
the merchants, those who loved discipline. More hated such an
oppressive and pretentious move. This included the town's newer
residents, the thieves, the bandits, those who wanted privacy or
discretion.
Scardale Town was a town feeding upon itself, like rats fighting over
a corpse. The worst of the worst lived in the Labrynth, a series of
narrow alleys and crowded buildings north of the docks. At the
entrance to the Labrynth was the Song and Sheep, an inn that catered
to both the best and the worst of the town's inhabitants. One could
find a group of nobles there as often as a gang of theives planning their
next heist. It was a meeting place as important as the Four Dolphins
Fountain, a place of uneasy truce between society and those who
preyed upon them.
The owner was Polonus, who tonight had his usual place behind
the bar. He seemed more irritable than normal, either because one of
his many rumored money schemes had gone sour, or because most of
his patronage was waiting for the new Lord's arrival in town. "He'll
be around," Polonus kept saying as he cleaned glasses. "If he really
wants to see Scardale Town, he'll have to come by here. But no, they
all have to follow him like lost puppies..."
[OOC: the PC's are all patrons of the Song and Sheep- all of you have
at least a nodding acquantance with one another, whether or not you've
adventured before. Time for introductions!]