Hamlet, First Day
Abdul AlHazred breathed deeping on his hookah, writing another note in his book. The Hamlet inn, unlike many other taverns and way stations in the land, was only fulled with silence, as the brave and desperate adventurers drank and gambled in quiet. No one spoke, no one laughed. It was as if no one wanted to ruin the mood. Abdul often came here to study, as the foreign master of the occult didn't draw much attention.
The most recent attempt explore the area surrounding the House of Ruin had been successful, but no attempt has yet been made to enter the house itself. Many of the higher ups in the community, including the Caretaker himself said that no expeditions into the House of Ruin would be made at this time.
That was not fast enough for Abdul, so the occultist pooled all of his money together for his own, unsanctioned expedition. He spent the last week recruiting a few willing explorers to follow him, and no he awaited there arrival in the tavern. The only one who has arrived to far was one Reginald von Balk, a Man at Arms, who sat nearby, drinking from a tankard with his mace resting at his feet. Once the others arrived, they would get underway.
Abdul AlHazred breathed deeping on his hookah, writing another note in his book. The Hamlet inn, unlike many other taverns and way stations in the land, was only fulled with silence, as the brave and desperate adventurers drank and gambled in quiet. No one spoke, no one laughed. It was as if no one wanted to ruin the mood. Abdul often came here to study, as the foreign master of the occult didn't draw much attention.
The most recent attempt explore the area surrounding the House of Ruin had been successful, but no attempt has yet been made to enter the house itself. Many of the higher ups in the community, including the Caretaker himself said that no expeditions into the House of Ruin would be made at this time.
That was not fast enough for Abdul, so the occultist pooled all of his money together for his own, unsanctioned expedition. He spent the last week recruiting a few willing explorers to follow him, and no he awaited there arrival in the tavern. The only one who has arrived to far was one Reginald von Balk, a Man at Arms, who sat nearby, drinking from a tankard with his mace resting at his feet. Once the others arrived, they would get underway.