JadeKnight
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The coastal town of New Haven on the as of yet unnamed continent had only been settled within the last week because it had only become accessible within the same time period. A strange glowing portal floating above the bordering sea was the only passageway into the realm. A connecting portal had appeared two weeks earlier in the Inner Sea region.
The portal, situated in the middle of the Varisian Gulf, did not allow any passage by boat. The first airship to go through foundt the coastal town completely abandoned. Everywhere were signs that the inhabitants left in the middle of a meal, leaving everything behind. Thick layers of dust had covered everything, although it is unclear when the town was abandoned. A large barrier wall of an as of currently known stones had been erected around the coastal town in a massive horseshoe shape. There signs of struggles, blood splattered as different places in the town.
The first arrivals to the coastal town were a small group of adventurous settlers, a handful of soldiers, and a hired mercenary to get things going.
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The Prancing Pony, the town's only tavern up and running, was quiet for the most part. The idea of exploring had been a wonderful idea for Thartux, the lone dragonborn mercenary that had been hired as part of the exploration group. He did get to do a little exploring around the town, but it was mostly just forest and he didn't go but a couple of miles in any direction. He wasn't scared, he was just being paid well to protect the town till the next airship came in with more supplies and manpower.
His yellow eyes wandered around the large room at the rest of the crowd. It was really only a couple of soldiers, the blacksmith, guard captain, and a bard there as well. The bard was strumming away on his lute singing some heroic ballad that no one was really listening to. The others were at a larger table, laughing and playing cards to pass the time.
His eye did glance towards the ceiling where several long tubes set into metal housing of some sort gave off the illumination for them. He had no idea how the things worked, only that they did and were so much better than candles or torches. It wasn't quite a homely feeling, but it was easier to see by.
His large hand wrapped around the metal mug the tavern owner had found left by the former inhabitants, now filled with stout ale. He took a long drag of the amber liquid before relaxing in his chair. It was about time for the next airship to arrive, that evening in fact.
"I wonder if I can finally get relieved from this stupid guard duty when more manpower shows up."
He spoke to no one in particular, although he did lift his free hand when the old man came through the door that lead into the kitchen.
The portal, situated in the middle of the Varisian Gulf, did not allow any passage by boat. The first airship to go through foundt the coastal town completely abandoned. Everywhere were signs that the inhabitants left in the middle of a meal, leaving everything behind. Thick layers of dust had covered everything, although it is unclear when the town was abandoned. A large barrier wall of an as of currently known stones had been erected around the coastal town in a massive horseshoe shape. There signs of struggles, blood splattered as different places in the town.
The first arrivals to the coastal town were a small group of adventurous settlers, a handful of soldiers, and a hired mercenary to get things going.
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The Prancing Pony, the town's only tavern up and running, was quiet for the most part. The idea of exploring had been a wonderful idea for Thartux, the lone dragonborn mercenary that had been hired as part of the exploration group. He did get to do a little exploring around the town, but it was mostly just forest and he didn't go but a couple of miles in any direction. He wasn't scared, he was just being paid well to protect the town till the next airship came in with more supplies and manpower.
His yellow eyes wandered around the large room at the rest of the crowd. It was really only a couple of soldiers, the blacksmith, guard captain, and a bard there as well. The bard was strumming away on his lute singing some heroic ballad that no one was really listening to. The others were at a larger table, laughing and playing cards to pass the time.
His eye did glance towards the ceiling where several long tubes set into metal housing of some sort gave off the illumination for them. He had no idea how the things worked, only that they did and were so much better than candles or torches. It wasn't quite a homely feeling, but it was easier to see by.
His large hand wrapped around the metal mug the tavern owner had found left by the former inhabitants, now filled with stout ale. He took a long drag of the amber liquid before relaxing in his chair. It was about time for the next airship to arrive, that evening in fact.
"I wonder if I can finally get relieved from this stupid guard duty when more manpower shows up."
He spoke to no one in particular, although he did lift his free hand when the old man came through the door that lead into the kitchen.