In the middle of the forest, on a cobblestone road, were a caravan of both adventurers and craftsmen making their merry way to the fishing town of Dracgburk to set up an adventurer guild so if anything nasty springs up, the venturing bands of hoodlums can dispatch whatever it may be that threatens the fishing town, which is also slowly becoming one of the empire's major trade hubs.
as the caravan slowly makes its way, something else is happening in Dracgburk right at that very moment.
"Did you hear! they are going to make an adventuring guild right here! oh, I can't wait to sign up! I heard if you become steel rank, you get free housing and food!"
"Who knows what you will get if you become gold! o-or Zetim!"
"I'd like to see you try! you won't get there before me I sa-"
"SHUT UP WILL YA! Some people are trying to have a drink! they don't need you three screamin' over some pansy ass guild that steals our money! and for what?! I don't need these fucking 'erbs and they are tellin' me to pay up? or what kill me!? like they killed mansy's cow's because they thought they were imaginary monster's?! grow up kid or get out"
As the burly fisher's man scolded the too pure for their town group of kids, the other patrons of the tavern were egging the once quiet and peaceful patron on, while the barkeep just kept his eyes closed for if there were any "accidents" he would just tell the meagre guard that he didn't see anything.
these kids were called Meary, Popps, and Forim, they all moved into town not that long ago and still have a bit of trouble adjusting to this happy little town! not that I have anything to say about it!
Anyway, they were shortly kicked out of the tavern and onto the cold street, the moment the last one's butt hit the cobble it started raining, "well that is a sign as any we probably should say quits with trying to fit into the locals" Popps says "ah, how could we know they had such a major distaste for adventures as the last town" "lets try to be a bit more discreet next time, maybe listen to a few people before we start spouting our mouths off" meary adds, and so the three friends who may or may not also have a major case of hate for adventures, went on back to their homes.
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Many people went to bed shortly after the kids went home, it was already slowly getting dark and it even started to snow, first a few snowflakes until everyone was in their homes or what they counted as home, after which it slowly picked up becoming a blizzard, and for the incoming caravan of adventuring bandits and craftsmen, well they got the worst of it.
As the caravan slowly moved on the snow littered cobblestone path, one of the adventures slipped and screamed, the front half the caravan stopped in an instant like a well oiled paranoid Madman while the other half stopped not too long after, mumbling whispers were heard all over the caravan, all wanting to know what happened, "Who was that?! are they alright?!" one of the more veteran adventures yelled on the front half, "Yea I think it was Bartin! you know he can't keep his feet straight! think we should camp out until it gets better!?" yelled one of the foremen/retired adventurer, "No we keep going until we can't! It isn't too far now!" said one of the more leading figures, there was a few angry mumbles and grumbles across the caravan, but in the end, no one dared to say anything back. as the Blizzard became a full-on snow storm! special lanterns were lit that could keep burning through this weather, a few screams were the first sign of lightning crashers coming down from the sky to harass the adventures, yet more was coming...
"Damn it, those greedy slobs should be here already! what happened?" a guard asked his comrade.
"think the storm swallowed them up? Most folks from the mainland don't know about the weather here, so that might have slowed them down a bit, good riddance I say"
"Wait, I think i see them coming now, OPEN THE GATES!"
A ragged group comes out of the treeline, their numbers reduced to a smidgen of what once was a grand caravan, still enough to start the construction on the guild and enough adventures to man the positions that need to be filled, sadly the guild master that would take charge of the Dracgburk guild perished on that hallowed night, so one of the survivors would become a stand-in until someone from the mainland came to fill the position. yet the populace wasn't too happy with them venty's being here, except for the major.
Za' Chaa Morti'ataa Ful' zaa Uom Oj' Lilm
Grandfather clock, died in the year of the silent, dont let his memory jar your mind, keep it dead or we all will turn ripe, we should have never comited the sin, that brought us down into the deep.
Let the child sleep. and let ther Thildren plouy ourt inot eht nepo