Post by aflannelshirt on Nov 21, 2005 21:13:14 GMT
For whatever reasons you traveled to the town of Baakfort, you have arrived safely. Stepping off the boat you realize that you are in the middle of a large meeting. There is a stage and a podium with colorful banners flying high for all to see. Moments later a man with white hair approaches the podium. The murmuring of the crowds comes to a quite whisper as two large men on opposite sides of the podium repeatedly strike the bottoms of their spears onto the wooden stage. Looking through the crowd of around 75 other people, you notice there are only a few others dressed in combat equipment, robes, and leather. The majority of the people standing here are peasants. There are a few people dressed as nobles and only one person appears to be a member of the clergy. In total you count six guards, the two on the stage, and four others placed randomly around the area.
A man screams from the crowd “These taxes are outrageous!” The crowd begins to roar as to agree with the man. The closest of the guards runs to this man and strikes him down with the butt of his spear. The guard is heard screaming, “You will not talk out of place.” The crowd begins to roar angrily. The man at the podium speaks “Order, Order, Order I say. Have you all lost your minds? I know of the problems we face here in Baakfort. But please understand, the acting council is doing everything in its power to help protect the town so it can once prosper into the glory of our yesteryear.” Various towns’ people being shouting out their problems, the complaints are so loud, that no one can understand any requests. The man behind the podium speaks out “One at a time, one at a time!”
A sheep herder makes his way to the front, “My sheep keep disappearing in the night, and this must stop!” An older poorly dressed man, covered in dirt “The slaves quarters are in shambles, we need better homes.” Another man slaps the slave “You have no say in these matters slave.” The slave stumbles to the ground. An attractive thin woman dressed in the same type of rags helps the old man to his feet. She glances back to the man that struck the slave and gives him a dirty look. The man raises his hand to strike her, but does not. The woman runs off.
Another man speaks up “There have been strange rituals I see from my windows every night by the old ruins. I demand this being taken care of.” A nobleman yells out “I hear strange noises near the old graveyard!” The man behind the podium speaks again “Here is what we will do. We will have an open invitation to anyone that wishes to solve the problems of our town. You will tell the scribe to write down your issues. Those problems will be posted outside the temple.” A man yells from the back, “That is most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Most of can’t even read what the scribe writes, let alone take up arms in that which threatens our town.” The podium man replies “I know we are not all warriors. As incentive for completing one of these problems is a reward from the city council.” The crowd is utterly silent from this baffling proposition. “I will also send word to the neighboring towns for assistance. That is all the time we have. I bid you all good day.” The man at the podium says as he leaves the stage and enters his home. Many of the townspeople moan and groan about this idea as they walk away. Only one person sees the scribe to take down his problem. That man was the sheep herder. So far no one has signed up for this mission, and from the looks of the now vacant area, it doesn’t seem like anyone cares to.
It is assumed the group has signed on for this mission.
A man screams from the crowd “These taxes are outrageous!” The crowd begins to roar as to agree with the man. The closest of the guards runs to this man and strikes him down with the butt of his spear. The guard is heard screaming, “You will not talk out of place.” The crowd begins to roar angrily. The man at the podium speaks “Order, Order, Order I say. Have you all lost your minds? I know of the problems we face here in Baakfort. But please understand, the acting council is doing everything in its power to help protect the town so it can once prosper into the glory of our yesteryear.” Various towns’ people being shouting out their problems, the complaints are so loud, that no one can understand any requests. The man behind the podium speaks out “One at a time, one at a time!”
A sheep herder makes his way to the front, “My sheep keep disappearing in the night, and this must stop!” An older poorly dressed man, covered in dirt “The slaves quarters are in shambles, we need better homes.” Another man slaps the slave “You have no say in these matters slave.” The slave stumbles to the ground. An attractive thin woman dressed in the same type of rags helps the old man to his feet. She glances back to the man that struck the slave and gives him a dirty look. The man raises his hand to strike her, but does not. The woman runs off.
Another man speaks up “There have been strange rituals I see from my windows every night by the old ruins. I demand this being taken care of.” A nobleman yells out “I hear strange noises near the old graveyard!” The man behind the podium speaks again “Here is what we will do. We will have an open invitation to anyone that wishes to solve the problems of our town. You will tell the scribe to write down your issues. Those problems will be posted outside the temple.” A man yells from the back, “That is most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Most of can’t even read what the scribe writes, let alone take up arms in that which threatens our town.” The podium man replies “I know we are not all warriors. As incentive for completing one of these problems is a reward from the city council.” The crowd is utterly silent from this baffling proposition. “I will also send word to the neighboring towns for assistance. That is all the time we have. I bid you all good day.” The man at the podium says as he leaves the stage and enters his home. Many of the townspeople moan and groan about this idea as they walk away. Only one person sees the scribe to take down his problem. That man was the sheep herder. So far no one has signed up for this mission, and from the looks of the now vacant area, it doesn’t seem like anyone cares to.
It is assumed the group has signed on for this mission.