Zoe's Rise of the Runelords: Burnt Offerings* Campaign


Play-by-Post


Female

SANDPOINT
As one approaches the town of Sandpoint, the footprint of civilization
upon the Lost Coast grows more clear. Farmlands in the
outlying moors and river valleys grow more numerous, and the
blue-green waters of the Varisian Gulf bear more and more fishing
vessels upon its surface. Passage over creeks and rivers is more
often accomplished by wooden bridge than ford, and the Lost
Coast Road itself grows wider and better-kept. Sight of Sandpoint
from either approach (south or east) is kept hidden by the large
upthrust limestone pavements known as the Devil’s Platter or the
arc of rocky outcroppings known as Whistler’s Tors, but as the final
bend in the road is rounded, Sandpoint’s smoking chimneys and
bustling streets greet the traveler with open arms and the promise
of warm beds, a welcome sight indeed for those who have spent the
last few days alone on the Lost Coast Road.

From the south, entrance to Sandpoint is governed by a wooden
bridge, while from the north a low stone wall gives the town a bit
of protection. Here, the Lost Coast Road passes through a stone
gatehouse that is generally watched by one or two guards—the
southern bridge is typically unattended. Aside from the occasional
goblin, the citizens of Sandpoint have traditionally had little worries
about invasion or banditry—the region simply isn’t populated
enough to make theft a lucrative business. Hanging from a bent nail
at both the gatehouse and the southern bridge is a sign and a mirror—
painted on each sign is the message:

“Welcome to Sandpoint! Please stop to see yourself as we see you!”


Male Halfling Rogue/1

As he turns a bend in the road, he finally sees it: the small town of Sandpoint. After years of travelling, the devious rogue has reached the last leg of journeying. Eldon cannot feel anything but sadness as he remembers the time he spent in search of a new home.

It looks like a decent town He thinks, and sets off with a new spring in his step.

As he reaches the empty gate, the small hafling stares up at the sign and smirks. He then unhooks the mirror and brings it down to head height, and the laugh is caught in his throat.

Man, have I changed! He notices for the first time in a while as he stares at the rugged face that is barley recognizable from the young, clean face of the boy who left home five years ago.

Replacing the mirror, the rogue notices the lack of guards, but quickly dismisses the fact from his mind as he enters the town. It is as perfect as the farmer described. Not too crowded, but still a nice community.

Eldon strides forward looking for the first thing to do of his new life.


Female

er...this was a mysterious double post apparently. As the game is running already. Odd. Very Odd.


Male Halfling Rogue/1

It's fine, I will find another PBP :)

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