The darkness of night is beginning to settle in on the little town of Wilgem.
A traveling farmer walks in from the north unbeknownst to anyone he is actually the changeling Phi who is on the run from Salpron royal family. After taking on a contract for them he decided there are some lines even a hired killer shouldn’t cross. He left Andven and now spends his time moving from place to place fulfilling any job he can get, while avoiding those who would turn him in.
The small town is a perfect place for him to hide; he believes no one would suspect him here. He heads for the inn looking to get some local history and a bed to rest for the night. As he sits down at the small common table his keen ears immediately pick up on a conversation about strange lights and sounds coming from one of the farming areas outside of town and talk of the few disappearances in the town.
From the south entrance a heavily armored figure appears, Auberry a Longtooth Shifter desperately needs to get off his feet. He’s been traveling for many days without the good night’s sleep provided by a proper bed. Although most of his kind would disagree his many years working as a member of the Kingmoor guard have left him with a strong appreciation for “civilized” life. After his time there a run of bad luck has led him back into the wandering life he gave up as a youngster. Wilgem is just the last of many stops made in an effort to earn enough coin to once again settle down.
Without a proper bar he has to settle for the town’s inn he spends some time chatting with the innkeeper who’s rather upfront about the towns despised residents the Morsoc’s. Specifically the young Eker who has been causing trouble lately by trying to get at the library’s restricted section of books.
Therandil is a bright eyed Elf with a positive outlook; although his family like most elves is content to live in one place he harbors a strong desire to see the world. His training in communing with the primal spirits has led to a greater appreciation of the gifts of nature and he wants to see more than just his clan’s plot of land. So he struck out to some chagrin to see the world, using his keen elven skills to find work as an explorer or travel guide which allows him to see the bounty of nature. With his latest job finished he has stopped at Wilgem to rest a few days and hopefully find someone in need of his services.
After getting a room for the night he begins chatting up the serving staff hoping to get a bit of history about the town. “The town has never been able to fully get rid of the Morsoc name, and you should know” the wench continues, “that Captain Morsoc was stationed working for a long forgotten empire. His harsh mistreatment and nearly tyrannical hatred of non-humans especially elves like yourself left a black mark; we are still trying to overcome his reputation today.”
Death comes for us all, no one appreciates that more than followers of the Raven Queen in their number we find human Far’el a cleric of the Spinner of Fate. Twenty-Eight years ago shortly after nightfall the moon turned red a sign the villagers knew was bad, before they could even grasp its implications a hoard of orcs came to raid the village. Those who escaped managed to take his mother out of town in the chaos; she died shortly after giving birth to him. The survivors tried to make a new life but their number dwindled in the following years, by the Raven Queen’s blessing a priestess found the few remaining survivors and sensing the ominous aura of death surrounding the boy decided to raise and train him. Before her death she taught him about his lot in life and now he travels conducting funerals preparing those for what is beyond. With his work done in Overlook he has set out again his trip has led him here to Wilgem.
He heads for the inn and goes straight to the bar area after procuring a drink he spends a little time chatting with the bartender looking for any information. He tells the bartender that he has gotten the distinct sense of death from this town and things may be unsettled. The bartender fills him in on one of the great mysteries of Wilgem the story of an Elven priestess who was killed by a soldier seemingly to steal a relic called the Amulet of Nan. Unfortunate yes but the strange thing is along with the amulet he took he carved her open and removed her heart. No one knows what became of the soldier he disappeared from record after this violent act.
With that grim story he moves over to the common table where he is confronted with a strange collection of people sitting and drinking.
A meek looking farmer is wedged between a large Shifter and an Elf who amazingly just followed his pipe with a long drink of his beverage.
He sits and tries to start a conversation explaining a bit about himself. The people pay little notice each seemingly involved in their own world they only reply giving their name before continuing their drink. After a few more he heads to bed with the idea of following up on this strange murder in the morning.
Saturday January 30th, 2010
1:00pm – 5:00pm