Rockfury's Last Stand Tavern, in Isocarta

1. Rockfury's Last Stand Tavern, in Isocarta

   #1

   Hear ye, Hear ye,
   
   Upon popular order of our Lord, King Foxrin Rollinshood, Lord of Isocarta and overseer of the land, all those displaying a birthmark or tatoo on their backs will hereby be arrested and taken into custody until his Lordship deems them safe to return to society. This posted declaration comes in response to the growing number of rebel camps located throughout our countryside whose members display the sign of the Edmancium, a tatoo of a deformed dragon.
   This cult will be stricken down by our Lord to make all the traveling and tade routes once again safe.
   
   ---Lord Foxrin Rollinshood

2. Rockfury's Last Stand Tavern, in Isocarta

   #2

   "Did you hear the news?" The man is asking his friend while he is twirls a coin between his fingers.
   
   The man next to him utters a slurred response as his face twitches, "No...ur, what news?"
   
   "The guest that was staying with Lord Hospis, the elven lord from Fledding. He’s been murdered." The man waits for a response and stops twirling the coin.
   
   "Are you listening?" The man is loosing his patience.
   
   "Huh?" The twitching man calls for another ale.
   
   ................................
   
   From another end of the bar two guards that just got off watch are talking to each other and like the attention they are getting from their discussion.
   
   "I tell you, the Edmanciums are a bigger threat than everyone thinks."
   
   "Ahhhh, you are overreacting. The Edmanciums are just another rebel group that thinks they can make a fortune through fear and hijacking. They will be soon enough shown who has the true power. Lord Foxrin will not stand for any brigands near his home and will aid any of the Four Cities if they call for it."
   
   The first soldier shakes his head as he sips his ale, "I fear we will learn too late. You heard of the latest caravan that was robbed on its way to Solar. The Solar roads are the best defended roads in all of Aros. Why then are they having trouble ‘with a few brigands’?" He smuggly smiles and waits for an answer.
   
   "I cannot say what troubles Solar that they cannot keep their roads clear. The rumors of the caravan were probably exaggerated by those that brought them to sound like they were heroes for the telling of it. I guarantee they got a few drinks from the telling of those tales." He laughs heartily.
   
   The other soldier nods his head, "Yes, I suppose you are right. But Lord Foxrin is worried enough to post double guard duty and has called his militia to scout the country side. His prudence is well founded I would wager."
   
   Their conversation wanders towards the young girl that came through their gate earlier that afternoon and the small crowd that was listening in slowly dissipates.

3. Rockfury's Last Stand Tavern, in Isocarta

   #3

   Grothar leans over the counter as he pours you a mug of ale. "You best stay for the show tonight. I got myself a new entertainer. She goes by the name of Amber...Amber....something or other. Never did catch her name. In and out with her companions like they were into something urgent. Got themselves involved with the seawolves that be plaquing our streets."
   
   "Yep, regular demons running around causing a ruckus. Bad for business I'll tell ya. I hear that they caught a couple of them already and they be holding 'em at the Temple of Sails. Having trouble finding 'em but they say they take to the sea. No chance of rounding them up out there. Not without the help of the mermen anyway and no one seems to know where they disappeared to."
   
   He takes out a towel and wipes down the counter with loving care. "People around here are spooked and are ready for the end of it all. Don't want to leave their homes for fear of running into one of the beasts. Lord Foxrin is in an uproar I hear. Sent out the guard to be patrolling round the clock. Enlisting common folk to help hunt them down. Only problem is nobody knows how many of the devil-kin there are."
   
   Grothar shakes his head with unease. "I best be tending the rest of the bar. Be sure to give a holler as soon as your mug runs dry. Remember, show starts at 8:00...well, usually anyway."
   
   With a smile Grothar tends his other patrons.

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