Parrhesia Posted October 16, 2012 Author Share Posted October 16, 2012 You search, but in vain; the traitor bandit has vanished from sight. You sigh, and set up camp for the night... and with a little luck and a forced march you make it to Caril by tomorrow night. Welcome to Caril, city of wildflowers! In spring, Caril is a sight to behold, with the famed Othidian Royal Gardens lying in its midst. Currently, however, it's early autumn, and wartime besides. There are constant patrols, and the guardhouses are packed with black-and-gold clad warriors. Walking mostly at random, you manage to find an affordable-looking pub in the Trade District, the Drowned Bull. Night's approaching, and you're eager to find a bed-rest. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Defeatist Elitist Posted October 17, 2012 Share Posted October 17, 2012 "Looks like we're staying here tonight, comrades," says Ibn, "If you've got a better idea, I guess you can do that, but I'm heading inside." Ibn heads inside. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parrhesia Posted October 17, 2012 Author Share Posted October 17, 2012 As you walk inside, you're nodded towards a vaguely central table, and you find much of the coin so recently taken off the dead brigands is spent just as quickly on ale and mead. Two hours pass. First, a rowdy band of mercenaries arrives, cheering and ordering a round for the house. This latter gesture cements them as your best friends forever. But it's not long before another group enters, one you'd never thought you'd see again... <end Chapter Two> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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