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Greetings and Welcome to the world of Ebberon! A world of wide magic, where a grand wizard might be rare but even the common man might know a cantrip or two. Houses are lit at night with ever torches, automatons are a common sight serving people on airships or on the lightning rail that stretches between cities. War has ravaged the land for the last Hundred years and while the healing has begun it's been a slow process.

The Last War ended officially two years ago with the signing of the Treaty of Thronehold which, among other things, brought about the following changes to the Contenant of Khorevaire:

1) The Galifar Empire is no more. Each kingdom that made up the empire will retain sovereignty over their own lands.
2) The recognition of lands seceded from their parent kingdoms either through declaring independence or through neglect during the war.
3) All Warforged are to be recognized as free citizens of their chosen nations. However, the construction of new Warforged by House Cannith is to be halted.

While most people lost something in The War, the nation of Cyre lost the most. With the destruction of Cyre through the phenomenon that has been dubbed The Mourning those who survived have been scattered across the rest of the lands.


Our adventure begins in the town of Ringbrair. A logging town off the Greymoon river in the nation of Breland.


A commotion seems to be brewing near the town square. Two men seem to be having a heated argument as other townsfolk are gathered around.

A thin, malnourished man with a missing leg calls out to the people.

"Please, I'm begging you, put the past behind you and help your follow man. Even if you harbor hatred in your hearts for the rest of my people the children of Cyrus have lost so much and are innocent to the horrors the war brought upon us all. Won't anyone help bring them back?"

A larger man shakes his head.

"You Cyrusians brought about a curse to your own lands and now you bring that curse here to us all."

A young half elf girl, unsure of what is unfolding, keeps herself back from the scene. To steel her nerves at the possible conflict, she sings a quiet little ditty to calm herself.

Things are seldom what they seem,
Skim milk masquerades as cream;
Highlows pass as patent leathers;
Jackdaws strut in peacock's feathers.
Black sheep dwell in every fold;
All that glitters is not gold;
Storks turn out to be but logs;
Bulls are but inflated frogs.

Leaving the innocent enough seeming bakery off the town square of Ringbriar, I am ready to get back on the road and head back to Sharn. I have completed the errand my contacts sent me here for and I have a delivery to make. Short on cash as usual, I could use the bonus gold promised if I make it back quickly enough.

Skirting around the edge of a crowd that seems focused on a poor beggar and an over muscled town bully type having an argument about curses, I hear a curious tune. I stop despite having places to be because....bulls are but inflated frogs. I find the source wanting to know the font of this wisdom.

A white haired gnome sits off to the side, trying to avoid being stepped on by the mass of people in Town Square. She seems to be focused on a piece of embroidery on her lap, that occasionally flashes with a burst of light. As the one legged man let's out his plea, she let's out a snort and mutters to herself, "Yeah, we all lost something, you're not special." Hey hand drifts towards her neck before she pulls it back and goes back to her embroidery.

Anyone who thinks they might have spent some time in the area roll a History check. Anyone else who wishes to can roll an insight check.

While basking in the sun nearby the town square, busying himself with smoothing down a fallen branch into a crude if functional crutch for a gentleman he had seen the day before, a hunter-green dragonborn is alerted to a commotion in the direction he'd seen the troubled man. He hears the familiar voice, muffled by the crowd. Then a larger, louder man shout him down. It's difficult to make out exactly what's causing the commotion but fearing trouble, and the pending need for his services, he gathers his things, stows the half-finished crutch on his back, and begins to make his way over to the gathering.






*Out of character: I dunno if a crit history check for the first roll of the campaign is a good or bad sign but I'll take it.*

Slapdash stops upon hearing the amputee calling out and turns around, thoughtful. His friend Gil can wait a moment longer for him. Too many questions have surged into the construct's mind. He strides up to the man, stopping uncomfortably close. "Were you not a soldier? How did you lose your leg? And what do you mean, bring them back?"

The construct's curiosity has always been one of his most annoying traits, in addition to his lack of awareness of social conventions. The monk's eyes glow faintly as he assesses the situation.

Brenlin
Haha nice! Okay so I'm going to say that based on that nat 20 and that you are apparently making him a crutch that you know this person either from crossing paths in your journey or through reputation.

You see Eropall Jacko, the man with one leg, arguing with Blake Thunderson, a local farmer who has been outspoken in his opinions on how The Last War ended.

Eropall is from Cyre and a survivor of The Mourning. He works with an organization called the Guiding Light. The purpose of The Guiding Light is to find displaced Cyresans and build a network to help reunite families other refugee programs. He normally travels with his husband Credence but you don't see Credence anywhere. You know Eropall to be a generally upbeat individual, as much as one can be as a survivor of an extinction level event.

Slapdash

You notice that the Larger person is strong and can see the edges of a few scars on the areas of exposed skin he has. You surmise he has seen his share of combat and carries himself accordingly. He is looking down at the smaller man with not quite anger and not quite disgust but something in between the two.

The smaller man looks like a beggar for sure. You've seen many since the end of the war. However where most beggars have a look of sadness and sullen eyes this man looks frantic. You understand that if these two were to come to blows the taller man would have a clear advantage but the smaller has a look of desperation you've seen before that you know means the fight could go either way.

"Excuse me? Oh, no I wasn't a soldier. I worked the farm while my husband was away at war. Please, my friend, the warforged are honorable and know no fear. We have been in search of some Cyresan children rumored to be in the area. My husband went ahead to look for them a few days ago and I've lost contact with him. When I went to look all I found is this"

he pulls a small stuffed doll in the shape of a frog from his pack. It has blood stains on it.

"I fear the worst has happened and none will help"

Slapdash turns to the larger man, still standing too close. "You were a soldier, though? Are your children missing too? Does a bloody doll make you uncomfortable? It seems like it would make one uncomfortable."

Another insight roll, if you like:


huh...with the same outcome, even

While Brenlin works his way through the crowd, he hears a third voice now join the ruckus. Upon reaching the inner edge of the gathered group, he sees what he had feared, Eropall, a Cyresan refugee, again being harassed. Any other given day Eropall would take it in stride, ever the optimist like himself, but since the disappearance of his husband, the man became more and more frantic as each day passed. Brenlin also recognized the agressor, Blake, though only in passing and by reputation.

This third actor was curious, and unfamiliar to Brenlin. It was clear that while his intentions were good he lacked a certain social grace that might push the encounter toward the wrong side of friendly. Brenlin crossed the final gap between crowd and stage and inserted himself into the scene. As he moves through the gap, he removes the stowed crutch strapped to his back and presents it forward.

"Eropall! A gift! I know it won't bring Credence back to you but please, it will make day-to-day life a bit easier, and with you being a bit more mobile maybe it will ease the search for someone that can assist in finding him." He straightens Eropall up, slips the crutch under his shoulder, and attempts to shift him back from the confrontation slightly as he does. "Has our friend Blake here offered up his help in locating Credence and the children? Strong, skilled man like himself, I'm sure he'd track them down in no time!"

Slapdash


You size up the larger man. Aside from what you gathered earlier you notice his tattoo Indicating that he was of medium importance in the Breland military. It's odd that a Brelander would be so hostile to a Cyresan as they were allies for much of the war and Breland took in the most refugees from Cyre during The Mourning. Let me know if there's anything more specific you're looking for.

"Yer a noisy one ain't ya? Yeah I fought. When Cyre sent up the call Breland answered. And for what? A hundred year war that didn't even see things through to the end. Now these Cyresans are looking at Breland again for help after they pissed their whole country off the map! What more should we give? You can't find some Cyre trash out in the woods? That ain't my problem."

He turns to address Brenlin

"Think yer a clever one huh? I got my own family to worry about. You give such a damn about them kids you can stick your neck out for 'em. I'm done. Only thing making me uncomfortable is all this outlander trash in my town!"

and Blake makes his way past the rest of the crowd and walks off.

Eropall turns to face Brenlin

"It's you! Friend of the people! Surely you would aid me in this crisis. If not for me then for the children who've lost so much already. Please, I could pay! Not much but surely enough to satisfy say....a group of 5-7 ragtag group of heroes looking for adventure! I'm not picky! Almost anyone with ability would be welcome!"

for a moment you swear a golden exclamation point hovers above his head.

(I am greatly enjoying how I'm rolling about as well in this campaign as I am in my last)

"Were I able to help you know I would have the first day. I fear if I went looking on my own, we'd need a second search party. But perhaps with assistance from our curious friend, and some others, we can make a go of it eh?"

Brenlin peaks through the now slowly dispersing crowd, hopeful, then back to the warforged.

"What say you...uh...sorry I don't believe I caught your name? I'm not much of a fighter myself but would be happy to heal any injuries we might sustain during the search. Eropall is a wonderful man, and a great friend, and I hate to see him in such a state. Though, I should say, it would be best to further bolster our ranks a bit. I'm sure you're expertly capable, no offense meant there to your abilities, I'd really rather us be safe than sorry."


He continues to look through the crowd.


Edit after clarification when to roll.
*Perception check to see if I notice any others that might stand out or look capable in the area.*

Slapdash rubs the back of his neck in a fashion he has seen the fleshier humanoids do when abashed. "Well, I'm not from here," he says. "I'm only in town to visit an old friend."

The construct looks at the amputee. His eyes flicker as he processes his options. "Time may be of the essence, though," he says at last. He turns to Brenlin, putting a hand out. "And I may be uniquely capable to help, yes. My friends call me Slapdash."

While he and Brenlin shake hands, he turns his head to Eropall. "After I go, I need you to hop a message," he says with no hint of irony or malice, "over to Captain Gil Frenson on Flower Street. Let him know I have reprioritized my schedule to offer you aid."

An usually large, both in height and width, woman emerges from the local tavern. She is moving with a casual stroll, and the flush of her face, as well as a sleepy half-grin would indicate she's had more than a few of the tavern's libations. The grin turns to a confused frown as she spies the group around the one-legged man, and heads towards the commotion.

(Also, I cannot read the black text you are using very well in dark mode >.>)

Dei said:

(Also, I cannot read the black text you are using very well in dark mode >.>)

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Oh I didn't think about that switching back from the name highlights. My bad. I'll try to fix it!

Uncertain what she can di to intervene in such a fracas, Ren falls back on what she knows best, a song to lighten the mood and encourage the crowd into a better temperament. She sings and strums towards a tavern, pausing near a towering figure. Perhaps the crowd will disperse for a drink or continue on with their day.

I've got a smile on my face and I've got four walls around me
I've got the sun in the sky, all the water surround me, oh, you know
Yeah, I win now and sometimes I lose
I've been battered, but I never bruise
It's not so bad
And I say way-hey-hey, it's just an ordinary day
And it's all your state of mind
At the end of the day
You've just got to say it's all right

PERFORMANCE ROLL: 16

A passerby pulls out a few silver and looks for a hat.

"Oh uhm...not seeing where to put uh...well here"

And gently places 5 silver near your feet.

A relatively large (for a bird) or small (for a person) creature* comes gliding down from higher-up and settles on the gutters of the inn, listening intently to the song. She's turning her head this way and that, focusing on the singer.

A small dwarven child pokes her head from around the corner.

"Oi, what ya geezers doing wit Lord Frogsworth?"

She points to the stuffed frog doll.

"Didja steals that from mi friend kimmie? Best give that back to her before we get to scrappin'"

Slapdash cocks his head at the child. "Why would a crippled adult man steal a doll?" he says to the child. "Is that a frequent occurrence in this city? Do you really intend to fight said adults for the doll? I have so many more questions. But...but...perhaps you know where the doll's owner is? Yes, that seems like the more important of the questions."

The girl makes her way to Slapdash and looks up at him. She rests her ax over her shoulder and narrows her eyes at him, trying to get a read on him.

"Maybe I do and maybe I don't. What's it to ya? Yous the law or summthin'? I ain't no snitch I ain't. Mi brother said that his friend stinky Pete said that if yous the law then yous gotta tell me but I saw Stinky Pete eat the wrong end of a shrimp once so who's really to say. You're onna them metel men. Do metel men eat metel? What does gold taste like? Mi da gave me a gold coin once and it had chocolate inside so I guess gold must taste like chocolate"

"I don't even have a mouth," Slapdash says, looking down at the girl. "Do dwarves not develop good vision until they are older? And what's the wrong end of a shrimp? Why do you think the law wouldn't help Kimmie? Or does she not need any help? Is Kimmie a she? I get confused by genders."

Roll persuasion with advantage for matching her energy.

Brenlin sees that Slapdash is preoccupied and handling the dwarf girl well. He steps a bit forward and makes a plea out to any passersby.

"Please, good folk of Ringbrair, is anyone stern enough, courageous enough, even desperate enough for a hot meal, and company enough to throw in with us! Several people have gone missing recently, a tale each one of us knows all too well these last few years, to be sure, but now with the little ones disappearing, I fear our hope might vanish along with them. We cannot allow the absence of children's laughter to continue in your fair city and must do what we can to get to the bottom of this! Eropall here, of The Guiding Light, has offered to fund the search if you need the gold to sway you but please, help us bring back our hope because isn't that what children are? A promise to the future, a symbol to show that we're strong enough to go on, as a people, even in these dark times. That we will continue to fight?"

He looks once again over the crowd, desperation in his voice as the sun glints on his dark scales. As he tries to rouse the crowd he makes a silent prayer to Silvanus, the warmth of the sun giving him a sort of comfort that he may be listening.

*Rolled a second time in error there but the d4 is for guidance*

Since the music seems to have stopped, Rubecula scans the crowded streets, trying to see if there's anything that attracts their attention (Perception - 14)

phil said:

Roll persuasion with advantage for matching her energy.

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I am thinking of slapdash a bit as an annoying child, but a little wiser, perhaps. Dueling children here makes for a funny scene to me.

Brenlin

You get the sense that your pleas fall on deaf ears. Several people scoff as they pass by. Finally one older woman approaches you.

"We've all lost so much. It's like Blake was saying. We got our own children and our own problems. End of the day, they ain't our kids. I'd move it along if I were you."

She walks off avoiding eye contact with the rest of the group.

Rubecula

You scan the area and don't see anything too unusual. The crowd has dispersed for the most part. Some people are still looking on as Brenlin makes his case but none come forward to help.

Slapdash

The dwarven girl seems a little flustered at you answering her questions with your own. You two keep the exchange going for a bit until she holds up a hand to you, expectantly.

"Right, now bruv, lets say I do know where Kimmie does hang out. What's it to you to find out?"

"If children are missing,
What's with our thinking?
Help if you can, pray if you must.
Find the lost children is only just.
Here is a dragon, pleading his case,
Joined by a monk with a metallic face.
Who will join them to find small Kimmie;
If no other than a songbird like me?"

PERSUASION ROLL: 22

Dejected by the woman, if understanding, Brenlin continues.

"Bard! I hear the care in your song, please! Bolster our ranks and our hearts with your music!"

He directs the call now to a young flame-haired woman who sings of his request, rather than to the general crowd.

Rubecula can hardly fail to be moved by such a song - the last time they were called a songbird they can't remember, and the search for children missing their parents speaks straight to the heart. They land a short distance away, and walk over to the man asking for help. "this seems like a worthy cause. What's going on, that these children are missing?"

"Ah! A light in the darkness! Truth be told, I'm not certain of the exact circumstances. Some children recently have gone missing, one named Kimmie, owner of Lord Frogsworth there and acquaintance of our dwarven friend. Eropall's husband has already attempted to find them but has now gone missing himself. He had come to me days ago, asking to assist in the search but" Brenlin gestures to his quarterstaff, his ornate leaf-shaped shield and...rough...clothing "as much as I wished to help, alone I feared I'd be no better off. But this has gone on too long now, and with others missing, I must steel myself. We must try. Slapdash has agreed to assist as well so our ranks swell with your aid. If the bard there joins in, well. All the merrier.


My name is Brenlin, lovely to meet you."

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"If children are missing,
What's with our thinking?
Help if you can, pray if you must.
Find the lost children is only just.
Here is a dragon, pleading his case,
Joined by a monk with a metallic face.
Who will join them to find small Kimmie;
If no other than a songbird like me?"

PERSUASION ROLL: 22

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For my understanding who are you directing this to?

<OOC> My intentions thus far were to disperse the crowd so they don't get a mob mentality and once they dispersed my Persuasion song was directed at the player characters, the guy arguing with the cripple and any other likely NPCs in the area of the argument. <OOC>

Far said:

"Ah! A light in the darkness! Truth be told, I'm not certain of the exact circumstances. Some children recently have gone missing, one named Kimmie, owner of Lord Frogsworth there and acquaintance of our dwarven friend. Eropall's husband has already attempted to find them but has now gone missing himself. He had come to me days ago, asking to assist in the search but" Brenlin gestures to his quarterstaff, his ornate leaf-shaped shield and...rough...clothing "as much as I wished to help, alone I feared I'd be no better off. But this has gone on too long now, and with others missing, I must steel myself. We must try. Slapdash has agreed to assist as well so our ranks swell with your aid. If the bard there joins in, well. All the merrier.


My name is Brenlin, lovely to meet you."

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"Pleased to meet you, Brenlin. My name is Erithacus Rubecula. I will gladly help in any way I can - while I'm not at home in this area, I have plenty of experience looking and scouting from the sky. If or when a trail or a direction is found, the sky is no doubt the best way to scout ahead. No child should be separated from their parents against their wishes. "
Rubecula ruffles their feathers and plucks some down from somewhere near their chest, somewhat nevously.

As the last of the onlookers begine to disperse, an Orcish woman address Ren

"Listen, it's not that we're unmoved by the blight of these young ones it's just..."

she lets out a long sigh and stares off into the distance,

"The war took so much from so many. We have little left to give. But I will do my best to give more. I own a shop at the edge of town. Grelka's Goods is the name. Come by and see me if you need any small odds and ends before you go."

She pats you on the shoulder before departing.

Eropall approaches the child with her hand out and pulls a gold coin from his pouch.

"Yes, I see. Please little one, if you know anything or can lead us to where the children were staying that would be of great help and of course diserving of a reward"

He passes it to the child who flips it between her fingers before flicking it up and catching it.

"Right one bruv, let's crack on then. Best grab anything ya want on the way out."

She starts to lead the way through town.

"Set the course, dwarf!" Rubecula says, as they take to the sky and lazily flop after the child.

Rolled a lovely 6 (+2 = 8) perception, but I assume Ruby'll still manage to follow the dwarf's trail without too much problems.

The dwarven child leads you to a small cottage about 30 minutes walk into the woods.


It looks like it was once abandoned but has had some minor repairs done. The dwarven child addresses the group:

"Well 'ere it is. They's been livin' here seein' as the geezers what lived here before musta left or died or got eaten by something like you do. Towns folk leaves em alone well enough and sometimes Kimmie and the gang will sneak in to grab a few things that won't quite be missed. Ave a look around I guess"

Make an investigation or survival check anyone who wants to look around.

Slapdash had hesitated at first. He was here to visit his friend not follow a child for what seems to no longer be a missing person. If the child was fine, he should not be needed.

But his curiosity always got the better of him. He needed to know. So he found himself investigating a small cottage for a closed case anyways.


A surprising result!

"We've been on a merry chase,
Now we're at a dreary place.
Signs of children to be found,
I guess we should look around."

Investigation 17

Rubecula decides to flutter into the low hanging trees near the cottage and look around, depending on the angle provided perhaps trying to peek through the window....

Upon entering the cottage, it's hard to tell at first as it's obvious the children had been using this as a flop house of sorts, but you notice there are signs of a struggle. You aren't sure what exactly happened but you see what looks like it could be a drag mark leading out of the cottage and into the nearby woods. Following it for a bit you notice under some brush an odd footprint going with the drag mark.

OOC, I have no idea whether those are random bird/lizard/type footprints or Aarakocra footprints. If they're not, I can roll something to see what they are but I haven't got any special knowledge on it. But if they were, I'd recognize them, right?

Survival check:



Slapdash shrugs, unsure what to make of this. But it does appear that the mystery has returned. He looks intently at the dwarven child.

Bubble181 said:

OOC, I have no idea whether those are random bird/lizard/type footprints or Aarakocra footprints. If they're not, I can roll something to see what they are but I haven't got any special knowledge on it. But if they were, I'd recognize them, right?

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I should have mentioned before that the prints are small. You know enough to rule out Arakocra. Roll investigate or insight to see if you can pinpoint what exactly made this.

Ruby descends onto the ground and checks out the prints


And comes to the astonishing conclusion that these are, more than likely, footprints of something smaller than they are themselves. Possibly with three toes.

"Not wolf or man have toes of three,
what manner of tracks could these be?"

Insight 15

As you follow the tracks for a bit it dawns on Ren that she's seen these before. It had been bugging you that there was just one set until you remembered that Kobolds sometimes walk in each other's footprints to hide their numbers.

"These tracks look like kobold feet. But it's hard to tell how many? Could a gang of kobolds have spirited away Kimmie, leaving behind just her frog?"

Ren, looks down at the tracks and tries to determine how many kobolds walked this way.

Perception 13 or 10 with Disadvantage

Slapdash looks to the dwarven child. "Did you expect to find Kimmie here?"

HCGLNS said:

"These tracks look like kobold feet. But it's hard to tell how many? Could a gang of kobolds have spirited away Kimmie, leaving behind just her frog?"

Ren, looks down at the tracks and tries to determine how many kobolds walked this way.

Perception 13 or 10 with Disadvantage

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You look closely at the footprints and down the path. You spot a few instances of where the kobolds had to get out of line, perhaps to re wrangle the children? By your estimate there must have been 5, probably more that helped take the children.

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Slapdash looks to the dwarven child. "Did you expect to find Kimmie here?"

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She looks up to you, and for the first time since you met her she has dropped her mean look.

"She and the others is usually 'ere in this hut ifin the ain't in town. Do...do you really think she might be in trouble Mr. Metal man?"

Eropall speaks up

"I don't think we're too far from where we found the doll and split up. I can't believe we were so close. If only we'd gotten here sooner maybe this would have been avoided"

"Do not feel unnecessarily ashamed or guilty, Eropall. We do not yet know what has happened. Perhaps the children are in a better place now. Or perhaps, had you been closer by, you would simply have endured the same fate as them. You have gathered this little group, and this may be of much greater assistance to these ones than whatever you might have done on your own. It seems they were led, or escorted, by these...whatever they were. I assume they're long gone, but just in case, I will fly ahead and see if I can spot a campsite or something like that in the direction of this trail. After all, I can move much faster above these bushes than you can through them."



(I'm not sure what roll you'd like here, Survival would also make sense, or Nature if I'm looking for disturbances to the trees....But honestly, I was a sea scout, I wouldn't know a broken branch from a mouldy log. If you'd have preferred Survival, that's +0; Nature, +1. If there's a dedicated tracking stat I'm forgetting, well...I'm not a ranger or much of a land-tracker, anyway)

Bubble181 said:

"Do not feel unnecessarily ashamed or guilty, Eropall. We do not yet know what has happened. Perhaps the children are in a better place now. Or perhaps, had you been closer by, you would simply have endured the same fate as them. You have gathered this little group, and this may be of much greater assistance to these ones than whatever you might have done on your own. It seems they were led, or escorted, by these...whatever they were. I assume they're long gone, but just in case, I will fly ahead and see if I can spot a campsite or something like that in the direction of this trail. After all, I can move much faster above these bushes than you can through them."

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(I'm not sure what roll you'd like here, Survival would also make sense, or Nature if I'm looking for disturbances to the trees....But honestly, I was a sea scout, I wouldn't know a broken branch from a mouldy log. If you'd have preferred Survival, that's +0; Nature, +1. If there's a dedicated tracking stat I'm forgetting, well...I'm not a ranger or much of a land-tracker, anyway)

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I think since you're flying and looking for a more general something than a specific something perception should be fine.

You fly ahead a bit and spot a larger than average tree. It looks a little out of place in this type of Forrest. As you get a little closer you see a few rooftops and the top of a wall. It seems there may be some kind of barracks up ahead. Roll a History check since you were in the Breland military you may know what this is.

Hmmm, doesn't look much like any type of ship, drydock or other naval building I've ever seen

Your captain said they fought battles on land too but you always thought he was joking...

Having flown back to the group and informing them about what I saw, I'm now getting restless and annoyed at their lethargy."Come on guys, these younglings in trouble can't wait until their age day! Either we continue on, or we need to return to town to report and assemble a larger group if we cannot continue."

Sorry I haven't been updating, been going through a lot in the last month or so. But I need to just plug on and keep it going because honestly I'm having fun with this so I should be putting more time to it. I'll update tonight with the fortress.

phil said:

Sorry I haven't been updating, been going through a lot in the last month or so. But I need to just plug on and keep it going because honestly I'm having fun with this so I should be putting more time to it. I'll update tonight with the fortress.

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You're not the only one who hasn't been responding here. Just thought I'd do a quick shout and see who still turns up

I left the bar to see what the person was complaining about, and rolled, but I still think I'm left standing there!