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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)
Donyl cast his gaze around the town as he strode across the square. He noted vibrancy of the place, the art, the flowers, the thrum of life, even the very buildings were alive for the most part. But he also saw the fear and mistrust among the people. Groups of younglings disappeared around corners, conversations stopped, stutters were drawn, and doors snapped shut at their approach.
He was glad that he hadn't worn his helm into town, choosing instead to tuck it under his arm. The dread visage it produced would not have gone over well with these folk. Donyl smiled his friendliest smile and attempted to make eye contact with anyone he saw. He nodded and gave small waves, but none were returned. He glanced down at himself to make sure that he wasn't spattered with blood or something horrible. But his dark robes were clean, and his armor shone brightly when the sun glinted off it. There was no insignia on the shield at his back. Without the helm there was no outward sign that he was a Death Cleric, a dark priest of Kiaransalee.
These folks seem terrified of something. Donyl said to nobody in particular Perhaps the notice board will have some clues.
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[[ If you have any issues viewing that image; particularly a "content not available in your region" please let me know. This particular image is flavor, but I have used Imgur for important info too. ]]
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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Donyl cast his gaze around the town as he strode across the square. He noted vibrancy of the place, the art, the flowers, the thrum of life, even the very buildings were alive for the most part. But he also saw the fear and mistrust among the people. Groups of younglings disappeared around corners, conversations stopped, stutters were drawn, and doors snapped shut at their approach.
He was glad that he hadn't worn his helm into town, choosing instead to tuck it under his arm. The dread visage it produced would not have gone over well with these folk. Donyl smiled his friendliest smile and attempted to make eye contact with anyone he saw. He nodded and gave small waves, but none were returned. He glanced down at himself to make sure that he wasn't spattered with blood or something horrible. But his dark robes were clean, and his armor shone brightly when the sun glinted off it. There was no insignia on the shield at his back. Without the helm there was no outward sign that he was a Death Cleric, a dark priest of Kiaransalee.
These folks seem terrified of something. Donyl said to nobody in particular Perhaps the notice board will have some clues.