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Welcome, Adventurers, to the world. You come from many walks of life, many professions, many races, many places, many means. However, there must be one thing that you have in common. A singular quality that will serve to bring you all together. Is it the desire to do good? The lust for gold or power? Or is it simply the desire to do something more than the average individual? The inability to sit still and live an "ordinary" life. The drive to strike out into the world and do something more.

Whatever it is, keep it alive. It will see you through hard times, bring you experiences that many others might never know, and more than likely it will reward you with great wealth (of both experience and riches).

Through some series of events or another, you have been brought either into or close to the City of Bayton, a colony on the continent Edhen, founded by settlers from the Kingdom of Tirasea.

There are a few things to note about Bayton. First, it is one of Tirasea's youngest cities, only 300 years old. It lies on the southernmost point of the continent known as Edhen, mostly occupying a rocky peninsula and some of the surrounding grassland.

There are about 4000 citizens of Bayton, only a few of which are pilgrims of the initial settlement. These individuals hold the highest authority on the governing council, known commonly as the Primates of Bayton. They take their orders from one of the leaders of Tirasea, based in the Kingdom's capital city - Kinbilgund.

Most citizens work as laborers, farmers, and fishermen, although there are a number of professionals that may be found throughout the city. Unfortunately, magic is not something that is easily affordable (due mostly to costly components that are difficult to come by in the city), although several casters attempt to make a profit on some of their wares, most of them being sold as trinkets or charms to the noble class.

One of Bayton's main issues is the strained relationship between the local council and the nearby natives. The jungle elves, specifically, have issued a warning to the residents of Bayton. If anyone attempts to encroach on the jungle, they will be dealt with. Harshly.

Other races, on the other hand, are a bit more willing to work with the Bayton council, given sufficient incentive. Native to the Copper Hills to the Northwest, several tribes of gnolls have often offered various goods taken from hunting excursions in exchange for goods and services they have need of. There have been several incidents of half-orcs joining the city as hunters or guards.

What settlements have been established outside of Bayton proper are kept track of with meticulous records, their locations marked on maps and recorded in numerous ledgers. This often proves useful, as there are numerous risks involved in settling the wild lands of Edhen, and settlements do not always survive their first few years.

And so, this new world is yours, in a sense. Yours to explore, observe, perhaps even tame or claim. There are many dangers, and many rewards.

What have you been up to?

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It was quite the normal day for Ian Lancaster thus far. His daily patrols left many of the townsfolk waving their hello's and many more simply nodding their heads in recognition. He served his town well and those within generally appreciated it.

One of those moments where that appreciation was tested was running in his direction however, putting a stop to the normal day for now. His attention fully on the disturbance, he recognized the lass. Ivelliol, a half-elf adept rad towards him in a frightened sprint, seeming very distraught. It took no trained eye to see that this woman was in desperate need of aid, but from what could be anyones guess. In her frightened state she mixed her mother tongues together of elven and common. Ian does his best to calm her down but she has none of it, pulling at his arm to follow. Seeing the urgency Ian complied, and made way towards the girls home with haste. Upon arrival Ian wastes no time and enters the home. Quickly seeing Quarivian, the half-elf's husband, he speaks up. "Quarivian, your wife is in hysterics, what is going on here?" His eyes glance towards Quarivian's shoulder to notice a large wound there, and Ian fears an intruder, but there is none but his family in the home, barricading their cellar door.

"Oh, a knight! Thank the gods you're here!" He cries, rushing over to him, his broom handle forgotten. Realizing the question given, he moves to speak, but his children beat him to the punch. "Spiders!" they cry out. Steeling his face, the threat known, Ian withdrew his sword and shield from their holsters and readied them.

"How many are we dealing with down there?"

"We saw two before we ran from them, they got our cat!" the children speak, in obvious distress.

"Children, tend to your father for now and have him get a tourniquet on that arm. I'll deal with these spiders for you." And Ian started on just that. Moving the makeshift barricade aside with ease, he descended into the dark cellar with his shield facing forward and his sword ready. Finding the fiends was not trivial in the least, their web easily seen, as well as their first victim. The house cat lie motionless, wrapped in the beasts webbing. On it lie two spiders the size of cats, one dealing with the carcass, the other quite aware of Ian's arrival in their new home. A bundle of web was thrown wide of the knight, and he wasted no time to deal with the threat. Rushing the creatures, Ian cleanly slices the first as the remaining spider leapt at him. A quick raise of the shield met the spiders fangs, and the sword found a home in this ones abdomen as well.

A quick flick of the blade let the ichor from the spiders fling off, but another sound behind the webbing gave rise to a new threat. A much larger spider began it's treck into the celler, but Ian was having none of that. Dropping his sword to save time, he released his javalins from their hold and began hurling them at the creature. The first struck home, but the aim was off and bounced off the hard carapace as the monstrous spider paced back into the tunnel. Another did much the same, though the beast continued backwards. The third and final javalin hit its mark, lodging itself deep into the arachnids maw, but didn't kill the thing. Needing to buy time he rushed towards the hole and flung the nearest barricade he could manage, a wine-rack, between himself and the beast. The wine-rack did little to prevent the spiders legs from jutting through and grabbing the knight however, but it was a simple matter to shove them aside and make his way back to his blade.

Blade now in hand, he let the beast come to him. A webbing was thrown and missed wide once more, as he and the creature traded a swing of the sword with a bite from the fangs. One false swing allowed the spider to latch the fangs into his arm, and Ian could feel the poison course through. He ignored it, and used the vantage to dig his sword deep into the eyes of the beast, killing it outright.

Shaking the thick ichor from his sword one last time, and sheathes his blade once he finds no further threat. Moving towards the spiders tunnel, he calls on the family and tells them it is safe. They soon come down too see the damages. He saw that the tunnel extended towards the outskirts of town, but didn't dwell on it long as the family wasted no time to see his handiwork. Ivelliol was the first to act, seeing the gash in Ian's arm, and healed it promptly. The poison however, would have to wait for the clerics within his church.

"Thank you Ivelliol. I'll make sure it's tended to, don't fret. I'm happy to be of service." Turning to her husband, "I need you to go and find a mason to patch up this wall as soon as you can. I'll have to give word about this burrow so we can purge these beasts at their source. Is there anything else I should know before I take my leave?" They all shake their heads and continue to praise Ian with thanks. Quarivian stops the knight before he leaves, and holds out a trinket for him. A shining medallion, easily worth 200 gold, is placed into his hands.

"You are too kind Quarivian. St. Cuthbert blesses you with this gift." Nodding his thanks further, Ian makes his way out of the home, and to the church to report his findings.

Reporting his findings, and the events that had occurred, the High cleric is most thankful for Ian's deeds, and reassures him that the spiders, and the families safety will be taken care of. Satisfied, Ian makes his way to the healer's room to get rid of the poison that had been nagging his muscles since the event. It had certainly not been a normal day.

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Tiktik after traveling down from his mountain home, found himself lost in the wilderness beyond the mountains. The environment was an unusual blend of jungle and forest foliage, with a decidedly humid climate a obvious change from the mountians he had lived. As he maneuvered through a particularly thick patch of scree at least to for one his size, Tiktik heard an angry squeal from a bush to his side as he quickly noticed a Dire Rat approach him.

With his fast reflexs Tiktik gauged his distance as he let loose a cone of fire from his mouth aimed at the oversized rodent. The Dire Rat had time to dodge the most of the flames but was still lightly seared, the scent of burnt fur emendated from it The Dire Rat closed the distance and tried to bite the kobold but not able to fully bypass its scales as it moved to weaken the bite.

Backing away Tiktik struck at it with his spear cuting into its back and caused it to squeal in pain. The rat lunged at him again, sinking its teeth into Tiktik's scales again. With a final cone of fire the Dire Rat fell to the ground badly burned and skewered from the battle.

After some quick cleaning of his spear, he examined his wounds which appeared to be minor, though it was too early to tell if the rat may had transferred some disease through its bite. Treating them as he could, he decided to try some steath as he continued, his feet barely making a sound as he traversed the forest floor.

Eventually Tiktik came to a steep drop, which allowed the kobold a previously unavailable view of the landscape ahead of him.
As he walked down a path he saw was save and along the way the trees begin to thin out to the West, before stretching a few leagues to the sea. It was there that he spotted a rather large settlement.

As he moved through the forest towards the settlement, he notice that there was something watching him from the trees. They were vaguely simian in appearance, and were watching the Kobold intently. One of them yawned, baring very large teeth, while another dropped from its perch, and began to approach Tiktik cautiously while sniffing at the air.

The creatures on the branch watched Tikitik toss some rations into the brush with disinterest, while the one investigating the kobold grunted and bared it's teeth at Tiktik again. At though at his display of power, however, the creatures shrieked and retreated not wishing to mess with one who could burn them to a crisp.

With the way clear he set off towards the settlement. It would be a awhile before he'd reach his chosen destination.

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It was just a normal day so far for Skrag. He was fresh from a bit of mercenary work, and is making his way to his next assignment. Where ever that may be in these lands, though the pleas for assistance were never that rare. A call for help has been put out through the more subtle channels. His path has taken him into the temperate forests near the southern coastline. He travelled for a few hours, before noticing that the path in front of him was overgrown with lush foliage, but the most peculiar fact, was that the foliage seemed to grow thick for a while then stop completely after a feet onwards. The path shouldn't be overgrown the way it is, not at all. The plant growth is not natural by any stretch, consisting of many thorny vines and low bushes. However, it is the quickest and best way through the thickly wooded forest. Taking out his longsword, he cut through those green thorny vines that were stopping his path, for the plants do not regrow immediately. But they still should not have grown in the manner which they have done.

After another hour of travel, Skrag found himself at a clearing; Bayton was visible in the distance, truly a glorious sight. But before him lay a field of tall and thick grass. It seems to be the fastest path towards the city. He treaded carefully, for it was unknown just what manner of beast or abomination may lurk in such a place. As he moved through the clearing, he spotted a previously wooded area of the forest that has been cut back, to make room for a small cluster of buildings that have been erected there. The buildings looked fairly well-made, being constructed from hardy wood and some with sound stone foundations. He saw a few individuals going about some sort of fortification, planting sharpened lengths of wood into the ground, facing the forests; perhaps they were expecting some kind of raid from a forest creature?

While they were Human, and Skrag didn’t exactly have the highest opinion of them, he saw no reason to cause a conflict between him and them, and thus went around them. His stature drew a few worried looks from the militia, but when he moved on, they proceeded about their tasks. When he had passed the small settlement, he found himself on a path once more, Bayton still visible in the distance, a beacon of respite from many hours of travel. But all was not well, from the treeline, Skrag heard the sound of a reptilian hiss.
He spotted a large creature staring out of the foliage at him. From what Skrag can see of it, it had to be some sort of reptile, with a hide that varies in a pattern between dark earthen brown and dark olive green. He very nearly didn’t see it, for the camouflage provided by the vegetation and its skin tone made it nigh impossible to notice at a first glance, but he made out the bloodthirsty eyes and the gnashing teeth easily enough. It was staring at Skrag very intently, and it tensed its muscles in a very recognizable crouch, one most likely to precede a pounce upon the Ogre.

As Skrag is eyeing the creature, he heard an aggressive hiss from his rear, and turns in time to catch another of the reptilian creatures leaping at him from across the dirt road, bearing down on the Ogre with two pairs of wicked looking talons. It collides with him, unable to find purchase with its foreclaws, unable to latch onto him with its jaws; but it nonetheless digs deep furrows into Skrag’s gut and legs with its talons. The wounds were not that serious, doing very little to stop the Ogre. As the creature backed away, it began to circle him. His swung his greataxe in a vicious arc, but failed to connect with any of the creatures, and the second creature darts in to bite at him. However, it comes up short, before backing away. The first attacks again, kicking again with its sharp talons and slashing at Skrag once again, dealing again, very little in the way of damage, and annoying the Ogre greatly. The remaining reptile attacked with its talons, still dealing fairly minor wounds.

Now rather angered, Skrag swung his greataxe in a devastating cleaving motion, cutting through the chest of the beast he was aiming at, spraying blood in a wide arc over the ground as it crumbled before him. His second swing also hits, and the second deinonychus loses an olive coloured forelimb, screeching and turning to run back into the dense foliage that made its lair. Seizing the opportunity presented by it's fleeing form, Skrag cut the last creature down as it ran away from him, knocking it into the hard earth with the force of his blow, which lays its dead body open. The reptilian beasts lay dead, and now his path seems to be clear. Taking a moment, he stopped and took various parts off of the creatures, to sell latter on when he reached the town. He took skin, teeth and claws from the two reptilian beasts, and proceeded safely onwards to Bayton. He wasn't expecting a particularly warm welcome..

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The hills offered many opportunities for Sheema, a time to reflect on her life and a time to hunt. One aided the other, for as she stalked the hills near the city she allowed her mind to mull over one of the recent talks she had with her new Mentor Ian. A brave and honorable man to be sure and with a lot more wisdom than one would have thought, Sheema had found being in his company was far more pleasant and educational. He knew more of the honor system of this world than she had as of yet been able to devise on her own. Ian had remarked that she should try and make herself more approachable, just to help people trust her more despite her people being a rarity in these parts.

These were the thoughts and questions that had wracked her mind the point that the manor she now called home felt too stuffy and far too stifling. Air was needed and lots of it, so it was that she packed her gear and headed out to do some hunting, which was what she now attempted to do. The grass brushed against her face, tickled her nose there and caused her whiskers to twitch. Just as she lined up a shot for a small deer, a cry went out which drew her attention.

Prey now forgotten, she knelt there in the grass with her head up, her ears flicked and turned, to and fro as she tried to pinpoint where the sound had come from. Another outcry and she sped off in the direction it came from, with the words of Ian playing in her mind about being more available to people. After all it was the honorable thing to do and she was bound my honor to assist those in need. As she drew closer to the sound she could hear more yelling and another cry, this time one of pain as well as what sounded like wood being splintered.

The easy trot that she ran at slowed to a walk as she approached a rather distressing scene. At a glance she speculated some kind of bandit raid. A large wooden cage sits in a mostly broken heap, having fallen off a large wagon. The horse that is attached to the wagon lies on the ground, smoking from a horrible burn wound that covers most of its neck and body.

A pair of humans, a half elf, and a dwarf are all that remain of what used to be a larger party. Six bodies lie strewn about the clearing.

As she approaches she appears to startle those gathered by mostly her appearance than anything else, but finally the dwarf speaks up for the group.

"What do you want?" He asked.

Not seeking to startle them further, Sheema decides to not draw her axe, though her hand is close enough to it that should she need it she could easily grasp it. "I am Sheema, Daughter Azraga, second in the Abd-al-Matin tribe. I heard your cries of distress and came to offer my aid," she looked about the place again just to take stock of the damage. "What has happened here?"

The dwarf looked her up and down before finally seemed to decide that he could trust her. He shook his head, he kicked at a splintered piece of wood.

"This is what I get for being clever." He muttered. "We were bringing an ankheg from the west, hoping to rear it as a bit of a farming assistant. Y'see, when they make their tunnels beneath the ground, they enrich the soil with their droppings. The idea was to settle it beneath the farms, keep it fed with livestock, make a profit when the farmers yield increases. But, it had other plans, it seems. It waited until it could make an escape, then spat acid over our horse, broke out of its cage, and took out a bunch of our companions. It dragged one of the handlers off with it."

One of the humans scoffed, then drew a crossbow from a case and picked up a case of bolts before speaking.

"Yeah, and now that it has a taste for more intelligent fare, I doubt that any farmers are going to want it burrowing underneath their land. We should go kill it. Maybe we can collect the difference on its carcass."

The dwarf looked to Sheema, eyeing her axe as he stroked his beard.

"Sheema, right? You look like you know how to handle that weapon. Care to help us take care of a bit of a bug problem?"

Later she would have to prey to the spirits and thank them for this opportunity, for it was surely as if favor was shown to her on this day. Plagued with earlier thoughts from the talk with Ian, she now had the hunt she had craved and the chance to help those in need. There was truly no reason for her to not help.

"I can track the beast for you that would make it faster," she offered without another thought and went to examine the area where the beast had been.

It did not take long for her to pick up the scent of the creature, given it was unfamiliar it was an odor that stuck out above the rest. With the aid of those there, who had seen roughly where the beast had run. Through the trees they ran, often they came across thick trails of blood that eventually ended in a clearing. Within the clearing there was a rocky protrusion that held a cave within the base. From the edge of the clearing they could see a coat of webbing that clung to the cave’s mouth.

Sheema advanced to the last bush and knelt there to maintain cover, and gazed more carefully at the cave. "Are spiders of this size common in this area?" she asked the group in general hoping that one of them had some form of knowledge that could be helpful in this situation.

"It's kind of hard to tell what's common around here." The dwarf remarks. "Seems like we encounter one type of beast on one expedition, a different type entirely on the next. Might be elves in the forest, meddling with things. Might be some mad mage living out here."

"I've seen big spiders before." The half elf remarks. "Big angry bastards the size of a dog, crawling around their webs. We used to get them in the storehouses whenever it got cold or wet enough outside."

"Might also be that it's just a legion of tiny spiders, laying web down for months." One of the humans adds.

With the knowledge offered she nodded, “Alright, we approach cautiously. Those with bows be at the ready, I would rather not get tangled in the webbing unless there is no other choice.” When she was certain they were in agreement she hefted one of her javelins and approached the cave slowly. As they entered the cave, she took immediate note how her foot stuck slightly to the floor, which slowed her movement. There were no other signs of spiders, but the fresh blood that was smeared on the walls more than concluded they were in the right place.

Following the blood, they entered a larger cavern and it is there that Sheema gets the first look of her prey as it engorged itself on its prize. The moment they entered it snapped its focus right at them and let loose a shrill cry as it stepped over the bloody remains waving its claws aggressively. Without hesitation Sheema roared a challenge back at the beast and hurled her javelin then got her greataxe out and at the ready. "Don't let it flank you!" she shouted to her companions. "Mind the spider webs and don't get hemmed up in it!" The beast was ****, that was easy to see and she was not about to have her companions get harmed during this. She took up this position to help them and others, which is what she fully intended to do.

Her javelin had been thrown with such force that it passed clean through the beast to embed itself within the dirt wall of the tunnel. The others took up positions, with the crossbowman taking a shot, before ducking behind the other man, who sets his spear against the ground, the tip pointed at the large beast. The dwarf readied his battleaxe behind a heavy wooden shield, and the half-elf readied a bottle of vibrant orange liquid.

**** from the Javelin throw the beast reared and lunged right for Sheema, who brought her arm up to guard her face and was rewarded with a sharp bite along her arm as the creature tried to lock onto her. A roar of pain spilled from her lips as she jerked her arm back, “Don't worry about me! If you get a shot! Take it!" she shouted to the others in the group, as her life was not more important than stopping this beast from hurting some other innocents in the area.

The dwarf attacked from the side, his battleaxe biting into the ankheg's thorax. It squealed and leaned away, only to be struck by the other human’s spearpoint, which scratched a line into its underside; the halfling lobed a vial into the air, which breaks over its back, spilling acid over its abdomen and burning it.

A final jerk she managed to get her arm free, her battleaxe now raised high above her head she brought it down with all her might and nearly cleaved the beast in two. A final thrashing of its legs is their reward before it finally gives up and dies. With the ankheg dead, the rest of her temporary companions pass solemnly into the space, regarding the badly-chewed body of their ally.

After a moment, the dwarf returns to you, holding up a ring that bears the image of a paw print.

"Thanks for your help. We'll deal with the remains. This ring bears the symbol of our guild. If you ever need the help of our Rangers, show this ring to a hunter, animal trainer, or woodsman. They might know where to find one of us." He also offered her a pouch containing 200 gold pieces, saying that it would cover her portion of the profits that would come from selling the beasts remains.

The ring is taken with reverence and a slight bow of respect, "Thank you. I am most honored with this gift and will continue to strive to be worthy of it." She slips the ring on and then takes the offered pouch of gold, securing it to her person.

"May I assist with the burial? Your friend died honorably and I would like to help in laying them to rest and honoring them for their sacrifice this day," tone filled with nothing but the utmost respect as she regarded the dwarf before her.

"Your offer is appreciated, but the burial will be taken care of by her surviving family. Even we won't be present during the burial itself." The dwarf scratches his beard. "But, if you want to pay your respects, you could probably stop by the Bayton cemetery in a few days. It'll take some time to make burial preparations, and the family might like to hear from you, considering your help here. I'll make a point to be there around midday for a few days after the burial."

"I will do that," she nodded. "If you ever have need of me again, I am staying in a private estate outside of Bayton. The knight there is a friend of mine and he will give me any messages should I not be there when you stop over," she said with a small smile. "Take care and hunt well," she said as she offered her hand for a friendly handshake.

Once the exchange was done, she left and returned to Bayton to inform Ian of her adventure and see if his clerics could not heal her.

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Ian, needing attention from the Cuthbertine healers for the poison that is affecting your strength, you are led through the halls of the temple quickly. True to the tradition of St. Cuthbert's temples, the building has a simple layout, built to withstand many things - from the simple passage of time to long sieges or assaults from the outside. Although much of the interior space is dedicated to daily worship and sermons, there are a number of side passages leading to sleeping quarters, libraries, kitchens, smithies, and the hospital wards.

As you are led into the wards, you catch sight of a familiar face. Quarivian, the half-elf whose home you saved from the spider infestation, is also being tended to. It seems that he arrived while you were speaking with the High Cleric.

With a bit of urgency lacing his tone, one of the healers prompts you to remove your armor and lie on the table before you.



Sheema, you are also taken into the hospital ward of St. Cuthbert's temple. Your wounds from the confrontation with the ankheg demand a bit more attention, due simply to the nature of your injuries and the possibility of infection. And although they do not say so, there is a distinct possibility that the clerics do not have the greatest understanding of your physiology, and may need some more time to attend to you.

As you stand in the healers space, you are surrounded by a few clerics, who look you up and down as they judge the extent of your injuries, and the best way to begin healing you. After a few moments, their hands begin to glow with holy radiance, and they move in to touch your wounds, immediately filling you with an uncanny sensation as your flesh knits back together.



Skrag, as you approach the walls of Bayton, you notice a group of men on horseback ride to meet you. They carry longswords bare, and each horse carries a number of javelins in containers on their saddles.

"State your business, Ogre," the leader says, eyeing you warily, although he does not seem to be aggressive.



Tiktik, you see Bayton in the distance after a strenuous journey, and are greeted by a most curious sight. An exceptionally large creature stands in the center of a group of armed riders, presumably the city guards. You are at the peak of a hill, and it does not seem like they have spotted you.

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Tiktik upon the sight granted to him from the hill of which he stood caused him to grin. He had spotted a creature with strength that could match that of a young dragon and it seemed to be in a possible battle, a typical kobold would leave the creatures be till they got in a kobold's way, but not Tiktik who saw the giant creature a possible ally. With his nimble body a natural stealth he decided to meet the two races the horse back humans and the big strong ogre. Of course even if his kobold common sense was not fully developed he had to think of a plan stopping at of what could be used as cover near the group without a chance of being spotted. From there he would walk straight towards the ogre.

In a loud sort of gutteral voice that seemed more fitting for a decendent of a giant, the kobold spoke to the ogre with the language of the giants. Allow me to handle this matter." Turning to the group of humans and spoke once more this time in the tongue of the common folk.

"He is with me, I had hired him to make traveling through the wilderness outside my home in the mountains easier, bit of a shame he got ahead of himself that he decided to chase after a fleeing creature that had been foolish enough to attack us. Which reminds me need to hand him another incentive to keep his mind on the job he was given." The kobold rummage through his stuff drawing forth around 23 gold pieces and handed them to the ogre.

The ogre and kobold knew quite well that they didn't know each other but only time would tell how the conversation would go and if the ogre would accept the kobold's bribe that seemed more of an incentive to go with the kobold's possibly clever ruse.

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As Skrag neared the city of Bayton, he spotted several armed horseback riders coming to meet him. Knowing the smaller races, they were likely here to tell him to move on since they don't want his kind near cities, he was quite used to it. Even on horseback the riders ended up being several foot shorter than he, forcing him to look downwards at the Humans.

He was asked, presumably by the leader of the group, what his intentions in the city were. Skrag was about to answer the Human, but he stopped when he heard a loud guttural voice speak in his native language of Giant. The creature itself resembled a small reptilian thing, a Kobold, and he seemed to want to trick the guardsmen.

With a low and rumbling, yet fairly loud and commandingly loud (it wasn't intentional, his kind tended to be known for being loud) voice he answered the Kobold in Giant. "Go forth, the Humans probably wont listen to me anyway."

The Ogre listened to the Kobold's ruse carefully, indeed the Kobold chose a grand lie to tell, for mercenary work was a common method of pay for Skrag. "Aye, I was chasing off some of those odd-looking bipedal reptiles, I even have the skins and the teeth from them." Further reinforcing the ruse, was that Skrag was covered in cuts and blood, some his own some from the reptiles that he had fought. When offered the gold as a bribe, Skrag accepted it like he would normally accept the pay from a job like this, he reckoned that he had a fair amount of gold gathered together, and the skins would fetch a handsome price.

He didn't know the Kobold in the slightest, he had done jobs for Kobolds before, but he had never heard nor seen of this particular one before. But names were not important as of now, instead, getting into the city itself was the main priority.

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“Ian!” she roared when she entered the temple and was met with shocked stares and hushed words to be quiet. It was a temple after all and one was expected to be silent and respectful, something that at the moment she was not sure if she knew too much about. Pain coursed through her arm and all she wanted was to see Ian. There was much that she had to tell him, much that she wanted to discuss with him as to what just happened. For whatever reason, they felt that it was best to heal her first, before she would be allowed to speak with Sir Ian.

The need to be healed in the first place was of much annoyance to Sheema, who would have rather not have to deal with the fuss as it was. However, it was a necessity, at least because of the poison that she was there. It burned at the site of the wound and burned elsewhere along her forearm as it traveled throughout the rest of her body. Were it not for that, she would have surely bandaged the wound herself and gone back about her business as usual.

What made it worse were the stares that she received from those who were supposed to care for her. Yet another instance where she felt out of place in this world, a world where she was different, an outcast and someone who would always draw stares. All she knew was that she wanted this to be over and for it to be over quickly. There were far better things that she could be doing at the moment that did not involve standing here while they tried to patch her up.

The sensation of their magic made her grimace and snarl, “How much longer is this going to take?” Normally, she never had an issue with patience, but today for some reason she was in a hurry. The victory today over the beast had filled her with a sense of pride and accomplishment. She wanted to share that with her friend and inquire with him whether or not he was familiar with the symbol on the ring she now bore.

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Doing as asked, Ian removed his armor and garments for the priests to do their work. The healing was straightforward, and though it took some time, it was still over quicker than it would have healed naturally. He thanked the priests for their work and went to grab his armor, when a familiar sound rang through the halls of the church.

“Ian!”

That rumbling deep, yet feminine voice could only come from one other soul. It seems Sheema had returned as well. Making his way through the familiar corridors, Ian continued his search for his friend. The loud roar of his name could only reasonably come from one source, and he'd find her soon enough he was sure. Passing a few more rooms in the infirmary, the sight before him confirmed his inner dialogue. "Sheema, I see you've had an interesting day as well?"

Just as she was about to insist rather forcefully that they release her Ian appeared. "My friend!" she roared. "I had the most interesting day and earned myself some new friends!" there was no hiding the excitement in her voice as she tried to sit up but the priests kept her lying back.

"Those friends didn't put you in this condition I hope?" He said with slight worry, but only due to the unfamiliarity with her culture. "What DID happen to you anyway? I see no serious wounds to warrent the priests holding you here. Poison perhaps?"

"Some creature bit me," she remarked with a growl at the priests. "I went on a hunt with my new friends and took down such a beast! It killed their friends and would have been trouble for everyone, but I helped track it down then together we killed it."

"Bit you say? It seems our days were'nt too far apart aside from their setting. If it's anything like my wound it shouldn't take but a moment." He smiled. the sight of the beast woman cowed by priests was amusing to say the least, and Ian may have let that show just a little.

"My current state is not humerous, Ian. Why do you smile when these men are intent to keep me lying down instead of up and discussing with you the details of our day?"

"They mean no harm and you know it Sheema. Have some patience." Even so it was taking a rather long time for them to do their healing. "Good clerics, my own wounds did not take this long, I'll ask you not hold my friend longer than you have to." He gave a wry smile once more to Sheema, waiting for the cleric's to finish their work.

Once they were done she was more than happy to get up and check herself over. "I have had worst bites than this one and yet they think that I was just going to die. I don't understand these human customs of your's," she remarked as she gathered her gear. "Let's get something to eat I am starving," she remarked eager to leave this room of annoyance.

"Poison is a popular tool for seedier humans. The clerics are trianed to take it very seriously. Never know if it's lethal or not until it's been purged." Leading the way out of the chapel Ian headed towards town central. "I'm still on duty technically, so to the inn. I can do my rounds and you can tell me all about your new friends."

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The assembled guards seem to believe you, although they remain at the ready. One of the men presents himself as the leader, if that could be inferred through the fact that he spoke when the others remained silent. He seems to be of middle age, with a weathered face, slightly sunken eyes, and a dark gray stubble growing from his chin. His armor is clean, and obviously well-maintained, but it bears a number of nicks and dents that indicate a heavy amount of use.

"Very well then, outsider." He begins. "All the same, I'll need you to declare your business. Visitors to the city are required by decree of Bayton Council to register with Customs. You can give the pertinent information to us, if you like, and we'll deliver it for you once we've escorted you through the gate."

Looking from the kobold to the ogre, the man shakes his head, and begins rattling off a list of questions.

"We'll need names for the both of you, where you're coming from, place of birth, your business in the city, and a list of any materials - magical or mundane - that you're bringing into the city. False reports are punishable by a period of no less than one night in custody, magical items are permitted, but must be registered in the interest of public safety."

The rest of the riders seem bored at this point, and have moved off to the side of the road, swords still bare and laid across their laps. They keep an eye on the both of you, and they hold their reins in their off hands.


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Both of your wounds have been healed, and any toxins purged from your bodies by the divine magic of the Cuthbertine clerics. They thank you for your patience, as well as your service to the town.

On your way to the inn, you are greeted by a few members of the half-elf community. It would seem that word has spread quickly of Ian's earlier deeds. Several excited individuals attempt to come up with heroic nicknames for you, eventually settling on "Spiderbane." A number of them also ask if they can buy drinks for you.

You stand before the King's Chalice Inn, one of the newer establishments of it's kind and already growing in popularity. It boasts fine dinner entertainment in the form of classically trained bards, excellent fare catering to those desiring seafood or more typical meats. They even offer vegetarian dishes, in accordance with the wishes of a number of elven residents.

Recently, a number of serving girls have been being harassed as of late. The abuse seems to go beyond the normal flirting and half-hearted groping attempts, as at least two or three of them have quit, and gone to work elsewhere. They refuse to make statements about the assailants, and none of the guests, patrons or employees seem to know anything. Some have attributed it to a sort of mass hysteria, but none of the local healers have been able to confirm the validity of that claim.

It hasn't affected business yet, but every few weeks, Bayton's night silence will be disturbed by a hysterical server running through the streets, most often seeking refuge at the church. Eamon, the proprietor, is becoming increasingly desperate for a solution to the problem.

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Skrag very nearly breathed a sigh of relief, the armed guardians of the city seemed to believe their cleverly laid out ruse to enter the city. Something that made his otherwise horrible journey, evident in the numerous cuts that had been inflicted upon him but the large reptilian creatures that he couldn't name, somewhat brighter. He would most certainly have to thank the Kobold upon their eventual entrance into the city, provided he stuck around long enough to actually be thanked.

In the meanwhile, Skrag inspected the lead guard, trying to discern some information about him. He noted that the man seemed to be of around middle age, maybe in his fourties, bearing a weathered face and slightly sunken eyes, but he seemed to be in good physical health. Perhaps not on par with an Ogre when it came to outright physical prowess, but otherwise he seemed to be in grand health. As for the Kobold, Skrag couldn’t really discern all too much about him from appearance, for he had never met many of the tiny creatures in his travels, all he could tell, was that the creature was, well, small. But apparently a creature most advanced in the arts of deception.

“Perhaps the latter option would be better. You delivering the information to the, customs office that is.” Skrag answered to the lead guardsman upon horseback, trying to sound as neutral as he could manage. Being threatening wasn’t exactly going to fair him well, when confronted with dozens of guardsmen, and he didn’t actually know where this customs office was to be located. “It may also be better for my employer to tell of his plans here; I am sure that he capable of wording them far better than myself. For I am here only to guard him.” He added. For an Ogre, Skrag could be described as intelligent, mayhaps not to the level of learned city scholar, but as much as an Ogre could be versed in knowledge without living in a city, he could tell when it would be advantageous to let someone else do the talking for himself.

“As for names, my own name is Skrag. Before you ask, I bear neither titles nor other names. I was born in the series of mountains not far from here, into a tribe as you may guess.” He gestured in the direct of the fairly nearby mountains. “Materials, I bear my weapons, made from steel, some assorted supplies, and the scaled hides and teeth of some large lizards whose names escape me. I bear no magical items however.” Skrag said to the guardsman, answering his questions in as effective manner as possible.

He had always loathed humans and their damn lists, the questions were not the problem, it was the mistrust that they often placed upon creatures like himself…and any other creature that had wronged them at some point in the far past. “And so you know, I am not one of the baser Ogres that would rather murder someone such as yourself, than actually speak with them…” He muttered to the guard in an irritated manner.

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The Kobold waited and listened to the speaking human though he appeared different than the other humans though that mattered little to the kobold who wasn't paying much attention to details only what was being spoken.

After the human finished the ogre spoke claiming his name to be Skrag who was from a nearby mountain and was also part of a tribe which was two similarities between the kobold and ogre.

Then came Tikitik's turn to speak and he did so in common. "My name is Tiktik and I'm a kobold of the Howling Peaks a mountain range that has been my home for most of my life. I've venture from my home to seek answers to certain questions, answers I may find here. I seek to gain knowledge of the reason my tribe have vanished as I find it a little unsual for a bunch of kobolds who have dwell in caves most of their lives suddenly vanish with out a hint to the reason for their disappearance. Secondly I seek a healer as I'm rather cautious when it comes to injuries even if what I have are but mere scratches. Third I need to resupply on things. Finally I will seek a place of rest as sleeping in the wilderness isn't aways a good idea."

The kobold took some time to gather his thoughts then spoke once more.

"What I carry is my pack of supplies which consist of currancy rations along with common traveling gear. The rest of my gear is Sundark Goggles common eyewear for kobolds during sunlit hours, and my trusty spear."

Should the kobold and ogre be granted entrance Tikitik decided he would allow the ogre to walk ahead of him.

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Looking the two of you up and down once more, the guard nods his head in acceptance.

"Very well. We'll see to it that you're registered with the Customs office. Pease follow me through the gates." He says, turning his horse around and setting off at a slow enough pace for the two of you to keep up. The other riders wait for you to follow, then take up positions on either side of you, with a pair bringing up the rear.

As you walk, one of the men to your left looks at you and grins. "Sorry about the hassle. We'd just following orders from the Council. Recent, ah, tensions with the inhabitants of the forest and all. Can't be too careful."

The closest man to your right sighs and shakes his head at his companions explanations.

Soon, you arrive at the gate, and watch as the tremendous doors are pushed outward enough to allow you passage. It closes behind you as you enter, and most of the riders move towards the nearby stables. The leader turns to smile at you.

"Welcome to Bayton, gentlemen." He says, before trotting off, presumably for the Customs office.

Before you, you see part of the city's market district. Farmers and breeders are selling their wares from stalls or simple blankets on the grass. For nearly 100 feet, you can see a bounty of livestock for sale, fruits, vegetables, crafted trinkets, even clothes laid out. After that, a line of trees precedes the closest buildings.

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The fuss over something as simple as her wounds was still a foreign concept to the Litorian warrior. In her home wounds were treated as a mark of honor, courage and left to heal on their own unless they were life threatening. She still thought it was nonsense that the creature they slew had a poison in its bite. Sure, when it had first struck her arm it burned and tingled but she still doubted it was anything that threatened her life. Regardless those men of faith, the ones that Ian served, seemed glad when they both left. Sheema was still unsure what their issue was when it came to her? Something with her appearance she gathered, but Ian assured her that was not case. As if she had a true issue if her appearance would cause her some manner of discomfort.

Litorians prided themselves on their skills, their valor, their honor; their appearance came last on a long list of what was important.

As they strode through the city, many ran up to what she expected was to congratulate them both on their victories. However, only his were acknowledged and now he had some form of title in regards to his accomplishments.

Annoyance and perhaps what could be considered jealously plagued the female as she strode beside the only one she dared to refer to as friend.

“No sense does this make,” she said once his group of admirers fell off to just tail behind them. Likely due to the slight snarl that Sheema gave one or two when they got too close to her. “I do honorable act, no title is given. Does your kind not praise those who perform valiantly?” This was not something that she had to have an answer to, though one would have been greatly appreciated given how the drive of her people was that of honor. If her acts of valor were to be ignored perhaps she had to do something else?

As the Inn drew near she slowed in her steps as she sniffed the air. This place, as of lately, had changed and not for the better. The patrons here had become…rowdy? She believed was the word that Ian used when he tried to explain it to her. Such acts of inappropriateness did not sit well with the female, perhaps even more so because those affected shared a gender with herself. Either way, here is where Ian chose for them to share a meal, this likely do to the fact that he was asked to look into the matter. Without even being asked Sheema took it upon herself to take point and opened the door to the Inn where she then just stood in the doorway to gaze at those within; coincidently, they also id the same to her.

“We require substance in the form of cooked meat and the drink you call mead,” she announced into the Inn and was promptly approached by one of the serving girls.

“Of course, Lady Sheema. This way,” she gestured toward a table.

“This place crawls my skin,” she said to Ian over her shoulder before she followed the serving girl.

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Ian chuckled lightly at the pouting cat woman as they neared the inn. "While your act was honorable indeed, it doesn't affect anyone within this city. The common folk are rather selfish in that regard." Ian smiled. "Do not let it trouble you so much. Are you a child who pouts at percieved insults, or are you a warrior who will show them their error through future action?"

She shot a look in his direction at his comment in regards to her being a child. "A litorian does not pout," is all she said as they sat at their table. "I hunger for something hot and barely cooked," she said with a look to their serving girl. "Bring me this and something cold for my thirst to quench," the nervous look of the girl made her sigh. "So, I must protect the town? Save child from drinking hole?"

"If you see one by all means. Tis a feat I would leave to one not clad in steel after all" He laughed to his own joke. "Sheema if you wish the praise then come with me through my patrols. Who knows, we might stumble into another mystery." He spoke the last half offhandedly as he looked around the inn, scoping around to get a look of the faces within. "With the rumors surrounding this inn it might be sooner than we think as well."

"Yes. Fear stunk on the girl, like there was something that scared her and she smelled of it before she saw me. This place is like a fear....farm? It makes fear?" she said as she tried to explain her thoughts.

"The rumor's say it is the serving girls who are the target. Unfortunately none of the girls who quit will speak of the matter. All there is to know is that it's not the average flirting one would expect." Ian placed his shield and helmet to the side of the table safely, and reclined slightly in his seat. "I think a long night is in order, what say you?"

"Why wait?" she said as she slammed her palms down on the table to get everyone's attention. "Who here has knowledge of what bothers the females who service here?! Speak now to spare yourself the shame and dishonor that comes with being a coward!"

A heavy sigh rippled through the knight, his chair's legs leaning back down to the floor with a large thud. "Or we could question them all. That might work this time." He relaxed again, not the amount he formerly was, and waited for the serving girl to return.

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After a few minutes, your meal is brought out - some simple lightly seasoned beef and cold mead. Oddly enough, it is not the serving girl that took your order who brings it to you, but the owner of the tavern - Eamon.

The man is in his early forties, and seems to be in fairly good shape for his age - or at least he would be, were it not for his haggard appearance. Dark bags under his eyes, messy hair, unshaven face - he doesn't seem to have slept for at least a few days.

After he sets your plates and mugs in front of you, Eamon takes a seat on the other side of the table, sighing and looking at each of you intently.

"So..." He begins. "Someone has finally come to help us out. Well, I'll tell you what I know, then you can question patrons - preferably as they leave. I'll keep the staff here after the kitchen closes, if you want to question them as well."

Looking around the bar, Eamon runs his fingers through his hair, before leaning forward and speaking to you quietly. "It started last month. I sent one of our cooks down to fetch a few bottles from the cellar, and before long she ran back up screaming herself hoarse. Scared the hells out of everyone, and she wouldn't stop to tell anyone what happened. She just insisted on running to the church and taking refuge inside."

"Naturally, I took a few others with me to check out the cellar for whatever scared the girl so, but there was nothing down there but the stock. And when we went to talk to her at the church, she wouldn't say anything. She just stared off into the air with these big scared eyes, shaking."

"After the first time, we were on guard for another incident, so we could react faster and maybe stop whoever was behind it all, but every time we run to see what happened there isn't anything to be found."

"I've lost six girls so far. And what's worse, the first one left the church, about three days ago. We haven't seen her since."

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