The Journey Begins - Ethanfeld
Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 3:15 pm
The signs all over the frontier cities and towns were clear - Lord
Ingwold of Ethanfeld was offering 300 gold sovereigns to each man who
would investigate and root out the evil said to be festering in the
frontier village of Grimmsgate. Being stout of heart but light of
purse and of questionable sanity, you all answered the call. That is
why on this, a warm summer evening, you find yourselves in the Town of
Ethanfeld, in an audience with Lord Ingwold himself. He has secured a
basement room at the Inn of the Raving Swordsman just for the
occasion, and, after indulging your palates in an ample feast, you
settle back with some drinks, eyeing your newfound companions. A
scruffy looking man with a bow, which appears to be all he owns, a
tall, bearded man in purple robes, a Dwarf who looks quite happy at
the moment, a plump man of faith who is lost in thought, and a trim,
gruff warrior who seems all business.
Lord Ingwold is an imposing man, and you get the feeling he has seen
his share of battle, given the way he carries himself. He is flanked
on his right by a small, sheepish man, slightly hunched and who looks
out-of-place, and to his left by a short, stocky woman, a warrior-type
if you had to guess, sun-burnt with hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Welcome, Men, Women and Dwarves alike. Thank you for coming to my
call for aid. I hope you enjoyed the feast," Lord Ingwold says,
pausing to eye each of you in turn.
He continues."I'll get right to the point. Grimmsgate is a frontier
village on the edge of my lands, and it has been in decline for
several years. The decline started about the time a Blackmarsh Ranger
disappeared in the foothills near the village, which raised a few
eyebrows, as you can imagine. We all hoped it was a one-time
tragedy. The job of a Ranger is not always safe, and these things do
happen - rarely, but they do. Unfortunately, things got worse, and now
a month doesn't go by where a trapper or local farmer is lost and
never seen again. The local population is scared, and there are barely
enough people left now to farm and keep trade up."
"My own Dragonbane company is far too busy keeping the nearby Gloom
river valley clear of monsters to assist in this effort, hence my
asking for aid. It will be worth your while, I assure you - if you
survive, of course. To that end, I can offer a small advance and the
assistance of a Grimma, an experienced guide." Lord Ingwold pauses to
motion to the woman to his left. She nods in recognition.
"I'm sure you have questions - I'll answer what I can, but time is of
the essence. You should embark at first light. For now, enjoy your
night, the rooms and meals are already paid for. Please see Pappas
here on your way out for your advance." Lord Ingwold motions to the
man on his right. He then sits back, taking a sip from his mug as he
does so.
Ingwold of Ethanfeld was offering 300 gold sovereigns to each man who
would investigate and root out the evil said to be festering in the
frontier village of Grimmsgate. Being stout of heart but light of
purse and of questionable sanity, you all answered the call. That is
why on this, a warm summer evening, you find yourselves in the Town of
Ethanfeld, in an audience with Lord Ingwold himself. He has secured a
basement room at the Inn of the Raving Swordsman just for the
occasion, and, after indulging your palates in an ample feast, you
settle back with some drinks, eyeing your newfound companions. A
scruffy looking man with a bow, which appears to be all he owns, a
tall, bearded man in purple robes, a Dwarf who looks quite happy at
the moment, a plump man of faith who is lost in thought, and a trim,
gruff warrior who seems all business.
Lord Ingwold is an imposing man, and you get the feeling he has seen
his share of battle, given the way he carries himself. He is flanked
on his right by a small, sheepish man, slightly hunched and who looks
out-of-place, and to his left by a short, stocky woman, a warrior-type
if you had to guess, sun-burnt with hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Welcome, Men, Women and Dwarves alike. Thank you for coming to my
call for aid. I hope you enjoyed the feast," Lord Ingwold says,
pausing to eye each of you in turn.
He continues."I'll get right to the point. Grimmsgate is a frontier
village on the edge of my lands, and it has been in decline for
several years. The decline started about the time a Blackmarsh Ranger
disappeared in the foothills near the village, which raised a few
eyebrows, as you can imagine. We all hoped it was a one-time
tragedy. The job of a Ranger is not always safe, and these things do
happen - rarely, but they do. Unfortunately, things got worse, and now
a month doesn't go by where a trapper or local farmer is lost and
never seen again. The local population is scared, and there are barely
enough people left now to farm and keep trade up."
"My own Dragonbane company is far too busy keeping the nearby Gloom
river valley clear of monsters to assist in this effort, hence my
asking for aid. It will be worth your while, I assure you - if you
survive, of course. To that end, I can offer a small advance and the
assistance of a Grimma, an experienced guide." Lord Ingwold pauses to
motion to the woman to his left. She nods in recognition.
"I'm sure you have questions - I'll answer what I can, but time is of
the essence. You should embark at first light. For now, enjoy your
night, the rooms and meals are already paid for. Please see Pappas
here on your way out for your advance." Lord Ingwold motions to the
man on his right. He then sits back, taking a sip from his mug as he
does so.