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It’s a sunny day as the party reaches Birakruut with a gentle breeze in the air. The town is set within the forest with livestock and fields intermixed with the woods. The homes are mostly simple, but as you get to the main square they begin to be pieces of art fixed in and amongst the untamed nature of the Silverwood Forest. The sound of bells rings from a shrine.
Most of the locals, by far predominantly lizardfolk, seem to actively avoid you. Closed shutters. Door creaked open to glance only to shut if noticed. Despite the town’s location at a crossroads, it seems clear most do not warm easily to strangers.
There is a bustle with farmers selling livestock and crops with the bleats of goats and clucking of chickens filling the air. Others offer simple trinkets alongside a small store. Some younger lizardfolk test their skills with the javelin off to the side. Under the shade of a tree stand a lizardman and goliath in robes try to speak with any that pass by, though most shrug them off.
In a prominent place of the square, near an official-looking building, stands a board with various notices on it. Requests for odd-man jobs, help wanted for farmhands, and the like. Among them are some notable ones.
Wherefore there has been an owlbear terrorizing the Northeast of Birakruut, presenting an evident threat to the preservation of life and soundness of property.
Wherefore the duly authorized guards of Birakruut have assessed the threat to be beyond their capability in consultation with the duly appointed governance.
Wherefore attempts for aid from higher governances have gone unanswered.
By authorization of Mayor Guidori a bounty has been placed on the owlbear. Proof of deed required. Reward valued at 105gp.
Shermanleaf has gone mad. If anyone is able to take down that walking piece of firewood we’ll give you a wagon, two oxen to pull it with, seven pigs, and eight goats. I’ll even throw in Alexio’s old house.
Julio Greenscale, Woodcutter’s Guild
[[ Trade Goods Reminder: wagon: 35gp, ox: 15gp each, pig: 3gp each, goat: 1gp each. 35+15*2+3*7+8*1 = 94gp + house wagon/ox/pig/goat retain full value if used in bartering within town ]]
Kelp & Crown Co is looking for assistance recuperating stolen merchandise from. See YugJug in the Scaly Saloon for details.
Notable Locations in town
Market Grounds (bartering with local goods of the area) The Scaly Saloon (a tavern/inn) G&G’s Goods (general store, has most trade goods) Madame Lestri’s Emporium (herbalist/potionmaker) Shrine of Semuanya Woodcutters Guild Mayor’s Office Proudhorn Furs (trapping company) Yvgrilla’s Cuts (butcher shop) Patty’s Pastries (bakery) Stalwart Stallions (stable, place for mounts) Ironheart Forgers (blacksmith)
"There is unrest in the forest, trouble beneath the trees 'Gainst Duka's desolation, we must make inquiries..."
Lyra Ravenscale is at it again. The gentle not-singing singing.
Her musing melody hums forth, not from her throat, but rather from a gesture with her free hand, as she casts Minor Illusion in lieu of her own voice, while holding a strangely dark harmonica to her mouth for musical accompaniment. The inky instrument appearing to stain her lips like black lipstick.
The darkness contrasts with Lyra's dirty blonde hair which cascades, partially braided, past and over her slim shoulders, her half-elven ears poking through prominently. While studded leather armor fits her slender form snugly, as does the small buckler on her off hand, the black warhammer hanging from her belt looks like far too heavy a weapon for her to lift, let alone wield.
She glances at the notices posted on the job board, then back at the quaint town, quirking a smile at her associates.
"Offing an owlbear or trimming a tree. How... charmingly rustic the employment options on offer are here. Now the stolen merchandise job strikes a more familiar chord to a city girl. As do the goliath and lizardfolk soliciting on the corner there. What say you all? Where to start? One thing for sure, we stand out in this place, like halflings at a hill giant convention. No hiding in plain sight and losing oneself in the crowd like one can in Junut."
Fenriclooked around at the stunning green leaves on the trees and listened as they rustled in the wind. He took in the smell of grass and nature around him, and it reminded him so much of what used to be his home. Even here, he was still looked down upon for being different. "Some things never really change, I suppose,"he mutters to himself.Despite all the similarities, so much was still so different. The trees were so much bigger, and spread farther apart. The creatures that he saw were not like those in the woods he was raised.
Though it was more obvious his environment had changed, Fenrichimself had changed considerably since he left the grove. He kept his shiny, jet black hair short now, rather than long as he once had. He was quite lean, and stood about five and a half feet tall despite having grown a few inches. The only thing that hadn't changed were the things he kept with him; a quarterstaff gifted to him by Archdruid Armarid and his longbow that he had carved himself when he was younger.
He looked over the jobs on the board, then gave his thoughts to the rest of the party.
"I'm sure I could convince the owlbear to stay away from the town. I certainly won't be killing it unless absolutely necessary, and I may even assist it if it has good enough reason to be attacking. It's shameful how quick people are to try and kill such magnificent creatures. I'd bet they didn't even try and think about why it may be 'terrorizing' them. I think that job should gain us the most respect of the townsfolk, and perhaps our best chance at learning about any happenings in this town from them. It also seems to have the most straightforward reward of the three. That being said, I'm quite open to anything should any of you prefer something else."
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It’s a sunny day as the party reaches Birakruut with a gentle breeze in the air. The town is set within the forest with livestock and fields intermixed with the woods. The homes are mostly simple, but as you get to the main square they begin to be pieces of art fixed in and amongst the untamed nature of the Silverwood Forest. The sound of bells rings from a shrine.
Most of the locals, by far predominantly lizardfolk, seem to actively avoid you. Closed shutters. Door creaked open to glance only to shut if noticed. Despite the town’s location at a crossroads, it seems clear most do not warm easily to strangers.
There is a bustle with farmers selling livestock and crops with the bleats of goats and clucking of chickens filling the air. Others offer simple trinkets alongside a small store. Some younger lizardfolk test their skills with the javelin off to the side. Under the shade of a tree stand a lizardman and goliath in robes try to speak with any that pass by, though most shrug them off.
In a prominent place of the square, near an official-looking building, stands a board with various notices on it. Requests for odd-man jobs, help wanted for farmhands, and the like. Among them are some notable ones.
[[ Trade Goods Reminder: wagon: 35gp, ox: 15gp each, pig: 3gp each, goat: 1gp each. 35+15*2+3*7+8*1 = 94gp + house
wagon/ox/pig/goat retain full value if used in bartering within town ]]
Notable Locations in town
Market Grounds (bartering with local goods of the area)
The Scaly Saloon (a tavern/inn)
G&G’s Goods (general store, has most trade goods)
Madame Lestri’s Emporium (herbalist/potionmaker)
Shrine of Semuanya
Woodcutters Guild
Mayor’s Office
Proudhorn Furs (trapping company)
Yvgrilla’s Cuts (butcher shop)
Patty’s Pastries (bakery)
Stalwart Stallions (stable, place for mounts)
Ironheart Forgers (blacksmith)
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"There is unrest in the forest, trouble beneath the trees
'Gainst Duka's desolation, we must make inquiries..."
Lyra Ravenscale is at it again. The gentle not-singing singing.
Her musing melody hums forth, not from her throat, but rather from a gesture with her free hand, as she casts Minor Illusion in lieu of her own voice, while holding a strangely dark harmonica to her mouth for musical accompaniment. The inky instrument appearing to stain her lips like black lipstick.
The darkness contrasts with Lyra's dirty blonde hair which cascades, partially braided, past and over her slim shoulders, her half-elven ears poking through prominently. While studded leather armor fits her slender form snugly, as does the small buckler on her off hand, the black warhammer hanging from her belt looks like far too heavy a weapon for her to lift, let alone wield.
She glances at the notices posted on the job board, then back at the quaint town, quirking a smile at her associates.
"Offing an owlbear or trimming a tree. How... charmingly rustic the employment options on offer are here. Now the stolen merchandise job strikes a more familiar chord to a city girl. As do the goliath and lizardfolk soliciting on the corner there. What say you all? Where to start? One thing for sure, we stand out in this place, like halflings at a hill giant convention. No hiding in plain sight and losing oneself in the crowd like one can in Junut."
Image (sans dark harmonica, shield and warhammer):
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons | Lyra(Warlock2/Bard4): VitusW's Silverwood Forest
Dyson/Eleo(Cleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(Druid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(Sorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(Fighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(Monk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(Cleric3/Sorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Fenric looked around at the stunning green leaves on the trees and listened as they rustled in the wind. He took in the smell of grass and nature around him, and it reminded him so much of what used to be his home. Even here, he was still looked down upon for being different. "Some things never really change, I suppose," he mutters to himself. Despite all the similarities, so much was still so different. The trees were so much bigger, and spread farther apart. The creatures that he saw were not like those in the woods he was raised.
Though it was more obvious his environment had changed, Fenric himself had changed considerably since he left the grove. He kept his shiny, jet black hair short now, rather than long as he once had. He was quite lean, and stood about five and a half feet tall despite having grown a few inches. The only thing that hadn't changed were the things he kept with him; a quarterstaff gifted to him by Archdruid Armarid and his longbow that he had carved himself when he was younger.
He looked over the jobs on the board, then gave his thoughts to the rest of the party.
"I'm sure I could convince the owlbear to stay away from the town. I certainly won't be killing it unless absolutely necessary, and I may even assist it if it has good enough reason to be attacking. It's shameful how quick people are to try and kill such magnificent creatures. I'd bet they didn't even try and think about why it may be 'terrorizing' them. I think that job should gain us the most respect of the townsfolk, and perhaps our best chance at learning about any happenings in this town from them. It also seems to have the most straightforward reward of the three. That being said, I'm quite open to anything should any of you prefer something else."