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<blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 1337817" data-attributes="member: 16166">Mingling through the markets for a short time, you eventually come to the conclusion that a place to rest and something to eat is the wisest of beginnings for any quest for fighting the good fight on an empty stomach is sure to lead to ruin.Leading your camels stubbornly along the dusty roads of Alspinar, Djamir expertly leads you to perhaps not the most respectable looking tavern in town, but definately the one with the most appealling scents eminating from its kitchens.'The Lady's Wait' is a single story sandstone building with wide open windows and a second floor for traveler's accomidation.&nbsp; Approaching the popular tavern you notice that there is barely any room for more patronage, as many loiter outside peering in through the windows.&nbsp; At your approach a commoner slaps his companion, and soon the dozen or so people crowding the front door move back smiling at you, allowing you access.Before you can enter the establishment there is a cry from within and a dusty man half-runs, half-falls out into the street.&nbsp; Dressed in old leathers with a long curved knife on his belt, you recognize him as one of the strangers from the Ulah Oasis this morning.&nbsp; He is quickly followed by others from the inn, though they seem like simple patrons of the tavern.&quot;NO!&quot; the man shouts, scrabbling through the dirt.&nbsp; &quot;I refuse to do this...suicidal quest!&nbsp; Every year they send innocent people out into the darklands, into the deserts, into the lairs of foul beasts, I shall not be one of them!&nbsp; They never return, they all die!&quot;He looks about, his eyes falling upon your group in recognition and pointing towards you.&quot;Did you not know?&nbsp; There is a reason why they send people out every year on the Holy Day of Huzrida.&nbsp; If you have not completed the quest by then, you die!&nbsp; We have all been cursed, cursed I tell you!&quot;The crowd begins to look angry, and the sight of several knives being drawn does not look promising for the man.&nbsp; After all, there is nothing to say that the prophets cannot be killed by their own people.Solaris Tip #2: Legends of mighty beasts of myth are frequently told around the drinking tents of the Twelve Kingdoms.&nbsp; Many of the real beasts cannot abide the heat of Solaris and hibernate for months on ends, rarely waking if only to feed or mate.&nbsp; Other creatures prefer the colder climates of the darklands...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Phoenix, post: 1337817, member: 16166"] Mingling through the markets for a short time, you eventually come to the conclusion that a place to rest and something to eat is the wisest of beginnings for any quest for fighting the good fight on an empty stomach is sure to lead to ruin. Leading your camels stubbornly along the dusty roads of Alspinar, Djamir expertly leads you to perhaps not the most respectable looking tavern in town, but definately the one with the most appealling scents eminating from its kitchens. 'The Lady's Wait' is a single story sandstone building with wide open windows and a second floor for traveler's accomidation. Approaching the popular tavern you notice that there is barely any room for more patronage, as many loiter outside peering in through the windows. At your approach a commoner slaps his companion, and soon the dozen or so people crowding the front door move back smiling at you, allowing you access. Before you can enter the establishment there is a cry from within and a dusty man half-runs, half-falls out into the street. Dressed in old leathers with a long curved knife on his belt, you recognize him as one of the strangers from the Ulah Oasis this morning. He is quickly followed by others from the inn, though they seem like simple patrons of the tavern. "NO!" the man shouts, scrabbling through the dirt. "I refuse to do this...suicidal quest! Every year they send innocent people out into the darklands, into the deserts, into the lairs of foul beasts, I shall not be one of them! They never return, they all die!" He looks about, his eyes falling upon your group in recognition and pointing towards you. "Did you not know? There is a reason why they send people out every year on the Holy Day of Huzrida. If you have not completed the quest by then, you die! We have all been cursed, cursed I tell you!" The crowd begins to look angry, and the sight of several knives being drawn does not look promising for the man. After all, there is nothing to say that the prophets cannot be killed by their own people. Solaris Tip #2: Legends of mighty beasts of myth are frequently told around the drinking tents of the Twelve Kingdoms. Many of the real beasts cannot abide the heat of Solaris and hibernate for months on ends, rarely waking if only to feed or mate. Other creatures prefer the colder climates of the darklands... [/QUOTE]

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