manapool1 — Roleplayer Guild

The mid-day sky seemed to be perfect for traveling. Barely a cloud in the sky, a nice breeze. Indeed, this was a wonderful day to start an adventure. In this perfect weather, the people of Cedarport went through their normal day to day routine with smiles on their faces. For a town, Cedarport is big, though not nearly large enough to be considered a city. It's more populated half, the northern section that splits from the other via a wide river that connects to the seashore and remains wide enough to sail almost all the way up to the capitol of the kingdom has small homes cozily placed together and various shops and workshops. 

As you enter the town through its northeastern gate, you come across commotion in the streets in front of two taverns. One has a painted picture of a sword made of ice, underneath the words 'The Frosty Barbarity' and the other with a wooden carving of a goose with its eyes crossed and it's step wobbly. The sign underneath reading 'the drunken goose'. No doubt, judging by the drinks in the hands of the people surrounding the commotion, these are taverns, though why they are side by side may seem peculiar. Seeing the crowd gives a good estimate of the population of the town: mostly humans and halflings, though as you take them in and those walking about the streets, you find that dotted in between the common races are oddities: Half races such as teiflings, half-elves, and half-orcs and most peculiar of all is that you see an ogre in the crowd, cheering with the others rather than bashing in skulls. 

The commotion, as you come to stare at it for a moment is two females battling in fisticuffs: one a stout mountain dwarf who seems to be in a headlock, the other a half-elf dirtied by the scuffle. Despite their method of argument, they both harbor grins and chuckles between each strike. The battle is over just as one may get invested. The dwarf lays on the ground with a bloodied nose as the other whips her auburn hair back behind her shoulders before offering a hand.

"You're getting too old to even knock me down Fol, I told you should hire guards" The lean lady states as the other grabs her hand.
"Ah! We've been fightin' for years, you just knew what I was gonna do. Come on, have a pint on me" The other insist.
It isn't much longer before you see them scabble about who's tavern they'll be drinking in and their words turn back to a fist fight, much to the excitement of the crowd.

As you walk along the street you see but a small fraction of the town. The local workers guild: the thistlebeards, all seem hard at work, their stores occasionally having someone come in or out. This section of the town seems to be the 'strip' of sorts, like the center of advertisement to travelers as not only the tavern but an Apocathery, general store and dealer of armor and weapons all side by side. The mark of the guild, a large bee with a pair of glasses over its eyes, is on each of these stores. 

You were all sent to see the nobility of Castle Esperglow, though they never set a specific date for you to do so. Perhaps enjoy the town or mid-day? The river is as beautiful as ever and perfect for a dip, and so much of the town has been left unseen to you all. Or, are you in need of the coin your job promises, or do you wish to see the royal family. You know it is not wise to keep people in power waiting after all. 

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A wanderer who is actually lost

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