by tumblingdice » Mon Sep 26, 2011 1:50 am
Day 7, Moldain, Thaumont 7th, 1000 AC, early morning, Fisherman's area, in the shadow of Kelvin Bridge, Kelvin
The bell in the church tower rings seven times as you approach the docks along the Volaga river. Gray clouds tinged with red hang in the sky, while the breeze blowing off the water prompts you to huddle within your cloaks. The water is high, swollen with melted snows, and the current rushes past the boats, rocking them up and down and against the pier.
About halfway down the docks, you find a group of men loading boxes, barrels, and oars on to a riverboat. They work in silence, their labored breathing visible in the chill morning air, and pay no attention to you. Moments later, a short fellow with dirty blond hair and a scraggly beard pushes his way through the crowd. His blue eyes shine as he looks you over.
"Ah," he says. "Stephan told me you'd be here. Name's Kalanos," he greets you, shaking your hands. "Hell of a day to be out on the water, eh?"
Actions?
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.