Here we set our scene on the plains of Northwind, a land of adventure and misfortune alike. To either side there is love and war, to be taken by choice. There was a man, very long ago, who had brought the world together. So long in fact that no one ever knew that it had been torn apart. His name.... Who knows his name anymore?
We are on the west side, not the kindest place out in the country. No where was safe these days but who could say why? There is a settlement known as Bravin which is a fine fishing town, the people are lively and always about. Adventurers favor it as a rest stop for it's fine rooms and attract many bards from all over. 'Tis not a poor city but rather prosperous and relatively unaffected by the war. Here in This small town our band of misfit adventurers come to meet by the happens of an old tavern called the Lynched Goblin. Pleasent isn't it?
The bar is musty, the smell of stale booze and sweaty mean is impossible to forget. In the corners Sailors have come from the docks to enjoy a fine night of alcohol before long days on the vast sea to the west. A flimsy barmaid dances about with fluttering red hair that reflects of of the fire lit room. It is a very free place for all races and cultures, though goblins tended to take much offense to the establishment. There is a soft hum of voices from the not-quite-drunk-yet folks.