The mighty walls of Kenabres would be an imposing sight for most, but for each of you looking upon the precisely hewn stone, it represents a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the world. It represents the end of the road after days of traveling – for some perhaps even months or years. It represents a place where you might finally belong; where good might prevail over evil, as it has in the past.
As you stop to take in the surroundings a weary soldier chuckles beside you and claps his hand on your shoulder. “Came to pledge yourself to the cause, eh?” he smiles wryly but doesn’t wait for an answer, calling over his shoulder as he limps by, “Lucky for you Armasse starts tomorrow.” You press on to the North Gate, through a crowded city of temporary encampments emblazoned with the symbols of factions and deities too numerous and far reaching for any one person to know them all.
The guards at the main gate are kind but firm: “Sunset soon approaches – your business inside the walls must wait until tomorrow.” Rejected, you return to the campsites and begin preparations to spend the night under the stars once more. Daylight quickly dwindles away and you hear the chopping of wood and a steady rise in merrymaking throughout the camp. More travelers continue to straggle in throughout the early evening, and communal bonfires are stoked as old friends and comrades-at-arms are reunited.
By a strange turn of fate, more important than any of your now realize, you all share the same fire this night.
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Location: Kenabres Campsites