Mayor Uptal's page

The mayor once again speaks to the townsfolk.

“I present to you the brave heroes who will follow in Kassen’s footsteps to retrieve the Everflame! Some of them may not return, but I say to you that their sacrifice shall not be forgotten. Go, brave heroes, and do not return until you have the eternal fire.” With that, the mayor points to the south, the direction of Kassen’s tomb. The townsfolk begin waving goodbye with cold, solemn looks on most of their faces.

The Mayor speaks up as the young woman approaches.

"At last, we have our final arrival. May I introduce the lovely Miss Elmaran! Miss Sarenae Elmaran, sister of Jocyn of the Seven Silvers."

The young woman faces the crowd and bows, however from your vantage point it doesn't appear that the crowd has lifted their eyes from her strange beast.

"Miss Elmaran is an arcanist who has tapped into the power of summoning strange creatures from beyond, including her own pet he..."

"Eidolon." The woman interrupts him. "He's an Eidolon, and his name is Ifrit."

"Right! Eidolon...Ifrit!" The Mayor continues.

"Well, I believe it is time that we see off our intrepid adventurers so they can make some progress tonight before setting camp."

He hands the two newcomers a backpack and scroll.

"Let us set our adventurer's off, shall we? When they return, we will celebrate the return of the Everflame once again to Kassen. It has been quite some time since brave folk such as these have honored our town."

The Mayor nods to the four of you.

"Please, friends, lead the way to the southern gates. We will follow and see you off."

The Mayor replies, "Very well! I'm sure your tracking skills will be of great use to the party." Uptal attempts to disguise another eye-roll.

Once again the Mayor faces the crowd and addresses them, "There is one more adventurer who has yet to show themselves! Where is our last hero? Where is the final adventurer who would join this party and return the Everflame to Kassen?"

As the Mayor stands scanning the crowd with his eyes, a gnome wrapped in a dark blue cloak appears suddenly at the front of the crowd. The Mayor's head tilts downward and the crowd struggles to see who has appeared at the front.

"Here we have another one of our heroes! Young Master Navari, apprentice wizard of our very own Holgast, and here by Holgast's own recommendation! Thank you for your courage this day, Master Navari!"

The Mayor spins around to the cart behind him and lifts a small-sized backpack up and hands it to the gnome. It also has a tent and blanket fashioned to it.

He shares a few words with the gnome and then stands back up to address the crowd once again.

“Two of our heroes have emerged; where are the others? It is nigh time for these brave adventurers to head to the Crypt of the Everflame and return that bright beacon of hope once again to Kassen.”

The Mayor speaks up in a loud voice as the burly half-orc steps forward.

"Thank you, Hennon for showing courage this day. Your efforts will not be forgotten!"

Uptal smiles at Hennon in a way much as a proud father would at his son, and then speaks quietly to him.

The Mayor steps over to the cart beside him and lifts a newly sewn backpack from the pile. Affixed to it is a blanket and a tent. He hands it to the young half-orc.

The Mayor goes to reach up and place his hand on the half-orc's shoulder but he stops himself and smiles, realizing it's futility.

Uptal speaks up again, "Where are Kassen's other heroes? Where are the rest who would join Hennon here in lighting the flame?"

“Once again the winter winds blow through the Fangwood, marking the end of another harvest. There are wolves in the woods, howling at our walls, and serpents in our shadows, waiting to strike. Just as it was one hundred and seventy-four years ago, when Kassen himself left these walls to protect us, so it is today. Where are the heroes? Where are the brave folk that will venture out to Kassen’s tomb and retrieve the flame to keep this community safe for another winter?”

The Mayor searches through the small crowd of townsfolk until he makes eye contact with you. He smiles briefly and then continues scanning the faces of the people until he makes eye contact with a few others. He then stands proudly with a stern look on his face awaiting the heroes to step forward.

The Mayor speaks up as the young woman approaches.

"At last, we have our final arrival. May I introduce the lovely Miss Elmaran! Miss Sarenae Elmaran, sister of Jocyn of the Seven Silvers."

The young woman faces the crowd and bows, however from your vantage point it doesn't appear that the crowd has lifted their eyes from her strange beast.

"Miss Elmaran is an arcanist who has tapped into the power of summoning strange creatures from beyond, including her own pet he..."

"Eidolon." The woman interrupts him. He's an Eidolon, and his name is Ifrit."

"Right! Eidolon...Ifrit!" The Mayor continues.

"Well, I believe it is time that we see off our intrepid adventurers so they can make some progress tonight before setting camp."

He hands the two newcomers a backpack and scroll.

"Let us set our adventurer's off, shall we? When they return, we will celebrate the return of the Everflame once again to Kassen. It has been quite some time since brave folk such as these have honored our town."

The Mayor nods to the four of you.

"Please, friends, lead the way to the southern gates. We will follow and see you off."

The Mayor replies, "Very well! I'm sure your tracking skills will be of great use to the party." Uptal attempts to disguise another eye-roll.

Once again the Mayor faces the crowd and addresses them, "There is one more adventurer who has yet to show themselves! Where is our last hero? Where is the final adventurer who would join this party and return the Everflame to Kassen?"

"The winter winds howl at our doorsteps! Are there not others who are capable of assuring Kassen's safety for another winter?"

As the Mayor stands scanning the crowd with his eyes, a gnome wrapped in a dark blue cloak appears suddenly at the front of the crowd. The Mayor's head tilts downward and the crowd struggles to see who has appeared at the front.

"Here we have another one of our heroes! Young Master Navari, apprentice wizard of our very own Holgast, and here by Holgast's own recommendation! Thank you for your courage this day, Master Navari!"

The Mayor spins around to the cart behind him and lifts a small-sized backpack up and hands it to the gnome. It also has a tent and blanket fashioned to it.

He shares a few words with the gnome and then stands back up to address the crowd once again.

“Two of our heroes have emerged; where are the others? It is nigh time for these brave adventurers to head to the Crypt of the Everflame and return that bright beacon of hope once again to Kassen.”

The Mayor speaks up in a loud voice as the burly half-orc steps forward.

"Thank you, Hennon for showing courage this day. Your efforts will not be forgotten!"

Uptal smiles at Hennon in a way much as a proud father would at his son, and then speaks quietly to him.

The Mayor steps over to the cart beside him and lifts a newly sewn backpack from the pile. Affixed to it is a blanket and a tent. He hands it to the young half-orc.

The Mayor goes to reach up and place his hand on the half-orc's shoulder but he stops himself and smiles, realizing it's futility.

Uptal speaks up again, "Where are Kassen's other heroes? Where are the rest who would join Hennon here in lighting the flame?"

“Once again the winter winds blow through the Fangwood, marking the end of another harvest. There are wolves in the woods, howling at our walls, and serpents in our shadows, waiting to strike. Just as it was one hundred and seventy-four years ago, when Kassen himself left these walls to protect us, so it is today. Where are the heroes? Where are the brave folk that will venture out to Kassen’s tomb and retrieve the flame to keep this community safe for another winter?”

The Mayor searches through the small crowd of townsfolk until he makes eye contact with you. He smiles briefly and then continues scanning the faces of the people until he makes eye contact with a few others. He then stands proudly with a stern look on his face awaiting the heroes to step forward.