Inkys
the foxy
welcome to...
You come across a carved wooden sign, the last word gouged out with something like a knife. The stone path you had been following for weeks has finally led to something other than a dead end. Before you is a town teeming with life; men, women, children, all scurry to and fro. The bustle of activity reminds you of the shops you saw back at your last stop and -- you heart jumps -- is that an Inn you see in the distance?
"Greetings," a gravely voice intones, belonging to an elderly man that appeared out of thin air. "Another Mercenary to join us?"
As you study him, you realize he is wearing a strange red cloth over his eyes, deep scars peeking out around it. You grimace as you imagine what creature could have done that.
"Come now, you must be tired."
Too weary to question and all instincts telling you this is a safe place, you follow him to the Inn without a word.
"Welcome to Weinhelm."
This roleplay is taking place in a fantasy world in a rustic town called Weinhelm surrounded by a deciduous forest made of oaks and pines. Running along the eastern side of the town is a river that turns into a large lake at the southern end of the forest. On the western side of the forest, it tapers off into rocky grounds that spring up into large caves. Up north of the forest are haunted ruins, stone building dilapidated and crumbling.
It mainly follows mercenaries that complete bounties to keep the townspeople safe and get money. However, supernatural elements are beginning to pop up more and more. Shapeshifters, warlocks, and minotaurs... oh my.
You come across a carved wooden sign, the last word gouged out with something like a knife. The stone path you had been following for weeks has finally led to something other than a dead end. Before you is a town teeming with life; men, women, children, all scurry to and fro. The bustle of activity reminds you of the shops you saw back at your last stop and -- you heart jumps -- is that an Inn you see in the distance?
"Greetings," a gravely voice intones, belonging to an elderly man that appeared out of thin air. "Another Mercenary to join us?"
As you study him, you realize he is wearing a strange red cloth over his eyes, deep scars peeking out around it. You grimace as you imagine what creature could have done that.
"Come now, you must be tired."
Too weary to question and all instincts telling you this is a safe place, you follow him to the Inn without a word.
"Welcome to Weinhelm."
This roleplay is taking place in a fantasy world in a rustic town called Weinhelm surrounded by a deciduous forest made of oaks and pines. Running along the eastern side of the town is a river that turns into a large lake at the southern end of the forest. On the western side of the forest, it tapers off into rocky grounds that spring up into large caves. Up north of the forest are haunted ruins, stone building dilapidated and crumbling.
It mainly follows mercenaries that complete bounties to keep the townspeople safe and get money. However, supernatural elements are beginning to pop up more and more. Shapeshifters, warlocks, and minotaurs... oh my.
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