Long have these young travelers walked to reach the very frontier into an unknown but beautiful land. Pass verdant mountains and unspoiled wilderness, through budding villages and bubbling creeks, until at last the newcomers were greeted by the mighty wooden palisade of the Frontier Town. There two guardsmen halted the travelers until a young man who looked like a scholarly sort arrived. “Greetings, welcome to the Frontier Town. My name is Dormic.” This young man would help the newcomers familiarize themselves to the town, and even those who were merely travelers were welcomed to enjoy what pleasantries the town had to offer.
Traveler and adventurers immediately set off towards the inn to rest and plan their next move while those who wished to seek residence in the town were encouraged to come with the scribe to the Townhall. As they walked they would get a good glimpse of the goings on in town; children with thick leather bound books and stationary were being marched over to a large school building by young adults, men and women alike were working at various smithies and smelters to work raw ore, and the everyday man and woman simply going about their business, many appeared to be healthy, some even fat; this place seemed to eat well.
Soon the travelers would come across a large band of armed men and women who didn’t seem to pay them any mind. Their weapons and armor seem uniform enough; they looked like the guards up from. Another group walked pass carrying two large deer, sending the corpse to a butcher so it can be skinned and carved. And at last, the people would arrive to the town hall. It appeared that there was some construction going on with a group of men digging and hole and a few others reading over a sheet of paper with an ornate blue vase on it. One of the men looking over the sheets was an orcish man in full plate armor. He seemed ragged as if he just returned from a fight.
Once the group arrived to the town hall, where they were directed to a large orientation room. More scribes arrived to help each traveler fill out a simple questionnaire; names, where they came from, their skills, and what they hope to find here in the Frontier Town. The scribes didn’t seem to be too interested in conversation, though they noted down everything said with a smile.
”First and foremost, I would like to formally welcome you to the Frontier Town. Though we’ve only settled in these lands for three years, we’ve accomplished much in such a short time thanks to the community and skills of our people. As you may have noticed, this town isn’t just humans; we have many races from all over the world here to cooperate and help the Frontier Town prosper. We do not discriminate here; if you are skillful and honest you can achieve anything here.” Dormic seemed genuine, though whether or not that was because he was a good liar or just naive was yet to be seen. He nodded towards the scribes who started passing out scrolls.
What you’re about to receive right now is a map of our town. Though we’re a small town, this should help you find your way around if you need something. Major locations are the Town Hall, which of course you could find easily enough. Next there’s Maeda’s School if you wish to learn something new. And of course, the Drunken Dragon inn. A fine establishment for drinks, food, and rooms. Speaking of which,” Dormic clapped his hands and the scribes handed out some sandalwood tags. ”These are room vouchers for the Drunken Dragon. Just hand them off to the barkeep or his helpers and they’re good for three nights. Hopefully by then you’d find yourself a steady job to pay for your room or even buy a house or a plot of land.”
”I should also mention that in about two weeks, the Frontier Town will be holding it’s Harvest Festival. A yearly celebration of the town’s humble beginnings and harvest time of course. There will be feasting and merriment, but also various activities, games, and even a tournament where wonderful prizes could be won. Anyone in town was welcomed to join. If you’d like to have some money before the festival comes up so you can enjoy and buy some gifts, the mines could always use more workers if you’re strong. Barthen’s Bartered Goods also could use additional clerks and movers. The Temple of Torag was accepting acolytes, as well as the church of Pharasma. Now if that’s all, you’re free to go. I’ll be around town if you have any questions.”
Whether or not the newcomers did have any questions, there was plenty abuzz around town. The Black Mines were recently closed today; one of the miners stumbled onto some sort of hidden chamber while digging, filled with old skeletons and strange artifacts. Out of fear that they might have stumbled upon a crypt the mines have been sealed off so the garrison could gather an exploration team to ensure the place is of no threat to the town. Additionally, there has been a string of robberies recently. It hasn’t been anything too severe however; mostly just signs of forced entry, a bit of vandalism, and people’s food being stolen. Still people are on the lookout.
Sips recently opened up a job position for his tavern; he needs a courier who can go to the outlying villages to pick up crops and ingredients he needs to run the inn. He’s offering 2 gold coins per week, and would offer bonuses if they’re good. Additionally those who work for him get free food and room while employed. Barthen’s put up a bounty for medicinal herbs in the forest, paying 1 gold per pound of the stuff. The forest have been relatively safe since the Red Bear had moved in, keeping most predators out of the woods, though people could still be careful. Lastly, Maeda recently came into supply of some yew wands. She’s willing to teach the basics of magic to anyone who can pay for lessons, 5 GP a week. All of the money will go into funding the school to buy better books, writing supplies, and possibly hiring assistant teachers.
Traveler and adventurers immediately set off towards the inn to rest and plan their next move while those who wished to seek residence in the town were encouraged to come with the scribe to the Townhall. As they walked they would get a good glimpse of the goings on in town; children with thick leather bound books and stationary were being marched over to a large school building by young adults, men and women alike were working at various smithies and smelters to work raw ore, and the everyday man and woman simply going about their business, many appeared to be healthy, some even fat; this place seemed to eat well.
Soon the travelers would come across a large band of armed men and women who didn’t seem to pay them any mind. Their weapons and armor seem uniform enough; they looked like the guards up from. Another group walked pass carrying two large deer, sending the corpse to a butcher so it can be skinned and carved. And at last, the people would arrive to the town hall. It appeared that there was some construction going on with a group of men digging and hole and a few others reading over a sheet of paper with an ornate blue vase on it. One of the men looking over the sheets was an orcish man in full plate armor. He seemed ragged as if he just returned from a fight.
Once the group arrived to the town hall, where they were directed to a large orientation room. More scribes arrived to help each traveler fill out a simple questionnaire; names, where they came from, their skills, and what they hope to find here in the Frontier Town. The scribes didn’t seem to be too interested in conversation, though they noted down everything said with a smile.
”First and foremost, I would like to formally welcome you to the Frontier Town. Though we’ve only settled in these lands for three years, we’ve accomplished much in such a short time thanks to the community and skills of our people. As you may have noticed, this town isn’t just humans; we have many races from all over the world here to cooperate and help the Frontier Town prosper. We do not discriminate here; if you are skillful and honest you can achieve anything here.” Dormic seemed genuine, though whether or not that was because he was a good liar or just naive was yet to be seen. He nodded towards the scribes who started passing out scrolls.
What you’re about to receive right now is a map of our town. Though we’re a small town, this should help you find your way around if you need something. Major locations are the Town Hall, which of course you could find easily enough. Next there’s Maeda’s School if you wish to learn something new. And of course, the Drunken Dragon inn. A fine establishment for drinks, food, and rooms. Speaking of which,” Dormic clapped his hands and the scribes handed out some sandalwood tags. ”These are room vouchers for the Drunken Dragon. Just hand them off to the barkeep or his helpers and they’re good for three nights. Hopefully by then you’d find yourself a steady job to pay for your room or even buy a house or a plot of land.”
”I should also mention that in about two weeks, the Frontier Town will be holding it’s Harvest Festival. A yearly celebration of the town’s humble beginnings and harvest time of course. There will be feasting and merriment, but also various activities, games, and even a tournament where wonderful prizes could be won. Anyone in town was welcomed to join. If you’d like to have some money before the festival comes up so you can enjoy and buy some gifts, the mines could always use more workers if you’re strong. Barthen’s Bartered Goods also could use additional clerks and movers. The Temple of Torag was accepting acolytes, as well as the church of Pharasma. Now if that’s all, you’re free to go. I’ll be around town if you have any questions.”
Whether or not the newcomers did have any questions, there was plenty abuzz around town. The Black Mines were recently closed today; one of the miners stumbled onto some sort of hidden chamber while digging, filled with old skeletons and strange artifacts. Out of fear that they might have stumbled upon a crypt the mines have been sealed off so the garrison could gather an exploration team to ensure the place is of no threat to the town. Additionally, there has been a string of robberies recently. It hasn’t been anything too severe however; mostly just signs of forced entry, a bit of vandalism, and people’s food being stolen. Still people are on the lookout.
Sips recently opened up a job position for his tavern; he needs a courier who can go to the outlying villages to pick up crops and ingredients he needs to run the inn. He’s offering 2 gold coins per week, and would offer bonuses if they’re good. Additionally those who work for him get free food and room while employed. Barthen’s put up a bounty for medicinal herbs in the forest, paying 1 gold per pound of the stuff. The forest have been relatively safe since the Red Bear had moved in, keeping most predators out of the woods, though people could still be careful. Lastly, Maeda recently came into supply of some yew wands. She’s willing to teach the basics of magic to anyone who can pay for lessons, 5 GP a week. All of the money will go into funding the school to buy better books, writing supplies, and possibly hiring assistant teachers.
