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Jarval
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On to Bellhold
You continue along the road to Bellhold. After about a mile or so the fields to either side of you give way to houses and shops. There seems to be quite a variety in what the shops offer, ranging from mining equipment and smithies to butchers and bakers. Around a quarter of the are closed however, a sign of the troubles that have been afflicting the town.
You continue along into the town square, dominated by a tall bell tower. You seem to have arrived on market day, as the square is packed with stalls. Near the bell tower, a bearded man with wild eyes is standing atop a box, haranguing the crowd that has gathered around him.
Seraphina
Having arrived in Bellhold, you quickly find that the only inn open is the "Bell and Clapper". You quickly arrange for food and board for the party. People seem short-tempered and irritable in the town, and you have seen a couple of people come close to blows with each other. This even seems to extend to the animals, as a dog tried to bite Rufus.
You spot your friends walking into the square as you come out of the Bell and Clapper.
You continue along the road to Bellhold. After about a mile or so the fields to either side of you give way to houses and shops. There seems to be quite a variety in what the shops offer, ranging from mining equipment and smithies to butchers and bakers. Around a quarter of the are closed however, a sign of the troubles that have been afflicting the town.
You continue along into the town square, dominated by a tall bell tower. You seem to have arrived on market day, as the square is packed with stalls. Near the bell tower, a bearded man with wild eyes is standing atop a box, haranguing the crowd that has gathered around him.
Seraphina
Having arrived in Bellhold, you quickly find that the only inn open is the "Bell and Clapper". You quickly arrange for food and board for the party. People seem short-tempered and irritable in the town, and you have seen a couple of people come close to blows with each other. This even seems to extend to the animals, as a dog tried to bite Rufus.
You spot your friends walking into the square as you come out of the Bell and Clapper.
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GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Seraphina Tealeaf
Seraphina rushes over to where her friends have just entered town.
"Something wierd is going on around here," She says in a slightly hushed voice. "The inn that I got us some rooms at is the Bell and Clapper. We'll talk more once we get in there."
She runs back to the inn.
Seraphina rushes over to where her friends have just entered town.
"Something wierd is going on around here," She says in a slightly hushed voice. "The inn that I got us some rooms at is the Bell and Clapper. We'll talk more once we get in there."
She runs back to the inn.
Sir Osis of Liver
Explorer
Kerrick Jonez
Kerrick lingers out side for a few moments, wanting to see what the man is going on about.
Kerrick lingers out side for a few moments, wanting to see what the man is going on about.
Acmite
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Adren unintentionally mimics Gholog's expression of abject amazement.
The people....the smells...so much noise.....
Turning towards Kerrick, he asks in a whisper, How many call this place home? Surely it must be tens of thousands!
Amazed by the enormity of the town laid before him, Adren will also stay behind to watch what is going on with the old man, and he will mumble to the departing Seraphina that he will "be right there".
The people....the smells...so much noise.....
Turning towards Kerrick, he asks in a whisper, How many call this place home? Surely it must be tens of thousands!
Amazed by the enormity of the town laid before him, Adren will also stay behind to watch what is going on with the old man, and he will mumble to the departing Seraphina that he will "be right there".
Zhure
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Gholog
Snapping out of his surprise at the size of Bellhold and hearkening back to the words of Seraphina about the citizens being argumentative, Gholog draws a cowl over his head to partially disguise his orcish heritage and walks into the Bell & Clapper.
Sometimes humans are judgmental. I probably shouldn't let them see too much of me whilst they are irritated.
He tries not to appear a skulk, just remaning anonymous.
Snapping out of his surprise at the size of Bellhold and hearkening back to the words of Seraphina about the citizens being argumentative, Gholog draws a cowl over his head to partially disguise his orcish heritage and walks into the Bell & Clapper.
Sometimes humans are judgmental. I probably shouldn't let them see too much of me whilst they are irritated.
He tries not to appear a skulk, just remaning anonymous.
Jarval
Explorer
Gholog and Seraphina:
You walk into the tavern, the cool air inside a relief after the warmth outside. The common room is mostly empty, with two old farmers sitting at a table playing cards and the barkeep. You look around the room, the many items hung on the walls catching your attention. On one wall hangs a talon the size of Gholog's forearm, along with a couple of dagger sized teeth. Behind the bar hang several weapons and a shield, all of which look well used and cared for. Below them a large ironbound book sits.
"Hello again." The barkeeper, a middle aged half-elf, says to Seraphina. "Is there anything else you're wanting?" The two farmers look up at the sound of the barkeeper's voice, but seem little interested by you and return to their game.
Adren and Kerrick:
You wonder over to the shouting man, his voice quickly becoming audible to you. He is muscled and filthy, and his hair is unwashed. He shakes slightly as he speaks.
"And I tell you ALL.." he pauses for a moment as he spots you. "And here we have new friends! Welcome, friends, welcome. He will gladly take you as well. I was just explaining to these fine people here," and at this his voice drops to almost a conspiratorial whisper. "that we're all going to get swallowed." His voice returns to normal. "Yes, swallowed! Deep into the abyss, where we are kept for and cared for by the one who hates us! I can see him now... feel him. I have felt him against my skin at night. He... he will bury us all in the deepest pit!" His tone changes again, to one that is almost happy. "I'm not going back into the mine, you see. Never never never. The mine is where he'll find me, so I won't go. He talks to me every day, and tells me he misses me, but I don't miss his whispers!" Tears begin to roll down his face, slicing furrows through the dirt on his cheeks. "I don't!"
You walk into the tavern, the cool air inside a relief after the warmth outside. The common room is mostly empty, with two old farmers sitting at a table playing cards and the barkeep. You look around the room, the many items hung on the walls catching your attention. On one wall hangs a talon the size of Gholog's forearm, along with a couple of dagger sized teeth. Behind the bar hang several weapons and a shield, all of which look well used and cared for. Below them a large ironbound book sits.
"Hello again." The barkeeper, a middle aged half-elf, says to Seraphina. "Is there anything else you're wanting?" The two farmers look up at the sound of the barkeeper's voice, but seem little interested by you and return to their game.
Adren and Kerrick:
You wonder over to the shouting man, his voice quickly becoming audible to you. He is muscled and filthy, and his hair is unwashed. He shakes slightly as he speaks.
"And I tell you ALL.." he pauses for a moment as he spots you. "And here we have new friends! Welcome, friends, welcome. He will gladly take you as well. I was just explaining to these fine people here," and at this his voice drops to almost a conspiratorial whisper. "that we're all going to get swallowed." His voice returns to normal. "Yes, swallowed! Deep into the abyss, where we are kept for and cared for by the one who hates us! I can see him now... feel him. I have felt him against my skin at night. He... he will bury us all in the deepest pit!" His tone changes again, to one that is almost happy. "I'm not going back into the mine, you see. Never never never. The mine is where he'll find me, so I won't go. He talks to me every day, and tells me he misses me, but I don't miss his whispers!" Tears begin to roll down his face, slicing furrows through the dirt on his cheeks. "I don't!"
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