The night passes without incident. The beating of the waves against the shore provides a relaxing environment for the travellers, and everyone rises well rested. The group packs up and begins moving north along the shore road once again.
Before the sun has moved to the highest point in the sky, a large village is spotted ahead, partially hidden amongst the trees away from the water. The beach has gone from being mostly sand, to being mostly sharp black rocks and shrubs. Though it's hard to tell from your vantage-point, this town appears to be similar in size to the first fishing village you encountered. Unlike the previous village of Unnur (if in fact that was it), this place is alive and bustling.
On your approach, the sound of a horn is heard, and a small detachment of people walk to meet your group. There are three young men dressed in leather shorts and vests, and an older (40s) woman wearing a drab brown dress with a bright blue flower embroidered on one side. One of the more muscular men in the group, carries a sword at his side, and looks sternly at Omar. Another, younger man, carrying a long walking stick, is the first to address you, which he does with a flourish of his arms. "We have been expecting you." The woman scowls, and smacks the younger man in the arm before turning to the group. "Hail there travellers. What business have you here in Svana?"
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Nightfall
Leaving the fishing village is a bit anticlimactic. None of the people bid you farewell, and they seem to ignore you as you leave the area. Even the children have returned to their activities, as if nothing unusual has happened.
Walking along the coast is rather peaceful. The constant sound of the ocean breaking on the beach is all that keeps you company along the quiet coast road, and not a single other traveller is encountered.
With the sun low on the horizon, and the beginnings of what appear to be dazzling array of colors dancing across the water's surface, you come across a small village. Really it is nothing more than a few ragged huts. There are no people around, but it is clear that the village is not abandoned (smoke rises from a small fire pit, clothes are hung out on pole, fresh fish lies in a pile next to some tools, etc).
As nightfall quickly approaches, it's best if the group finds a place to make camp.
Walking along the coast is rather peaceful. The constant sound of the ocean breaking on the beach is all that keeps you company along the quiet coast road, and not a single other traveller is encountered.
With the sun low on the horizon, and the beginnings of what appear to be dazzling array of colors dancing across the water's surface, you come across a small village. Really it is nothing more than a few ragged huts. There are no people around, but it is clear that the village is not abandoned (smoke rises from a small fire pit, clothes are hung out on pole, fresh fish lies in a pile next to some tools, etc).
As nightfall quickly approaches, it's best if the group finds a place to make camp.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
A Glimpse Down Shore
Reyka nods approvingly at Bammit's efforts to help the injured in town. She speaks softly to him while he examines a rash on the arm of one child. "Our own healer died recently. She was as talented as she was old. Unfortunately, her prodigy has a lot to learn about the art, and has yet to prove her worth." Reyka frowns and shakes her head in silent thought.
Reyka looks to the north. "If your path lies along the shore, you will pass by the people of Unnur. They will likely hide from you, and I recommend not seeking them out." Reyka's stern voice indicates she is not kidding. "A days travel further, you should come across the village of Svana. Respect them as you did us, and you'll have no problems, especially if you plan to part with some coin." Reyka smirks at her last comment, and walks towards a hut in the center of the village. "Come with me when you are finished, and we'll discuss trade."
The group follows Reyka to the hut, and find several younger women arranging fish on the tables. Reyka leaves the hut, and an attractive young women approaches the group, as she gestures towards the nearest table. "You like fish?"
[DM Note: The villagers have developed an excellent method for preserving the fish so you can take them way into the mountains for trade. They will load you down with all the protein you need for about 1gp. There's not much else available here for trading, so buy what you want, and move on. It's clear from Reyka's manner that you are not welcome to stay the night.]
Reyka looks to the north. "If your path lies along the shore, you will pass by the people of Unnur. They will likely hide from you, and I recommend not seeking them out." Reyka's stern voice indicates she is not kidding. "A days travel further, you should come across the village of Svana. Respect them as you did us, and you'll have no problems, especially if you plan to part with some coin." Reyka smirks at her last comment, and walks towards a hut in the center of the village. "Come with me when you are finished, and we'll discuss trade."
The group follows Reyka to the hut, and find several younger women arranging fish on the tables. Reyka leaves the hut, and an attractive young women approaches the group, as she gestures towards the nearest table. "You like fish?"
[DM Note: The villagers have developed an excellent method for preserving the fish so you can take them way into the mountains for trade. They will load you down with all the protein you need for about 1gp. There's not much else available here for trading, so buy what you want, and move on. It's clear from Reyka's manner that you are not welcome to stay the night.]
Monday, April 17, 2006
Guest DM
I'm going to take over DM'ing for a bit, until Snabby can get his head above water again. He's provided me with a small bit of his grand design, so I'm going to go with that. I need to peek at a couple of things in my D&D books before I post anything, but I'll probably have something up tonight or tomorrow.
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