Meeting in the larger town of Rifford, the five companions made an unlikely group. Each was fleeing or escaping from something- a sordid past, the cruel hands of feudal justice, boredom, and the prospects of working a farm for the next thirty years, but they all had one thing in common: a desire for adventure and exploration.
While in Rifford the companions had heard from a trapper and dealer of furs that Highwold’s apothecary, Willim, had need for an enterprising group. The apothecary was searching for one of the region’s ancient, elven shrines- believing that it could hold the key to new methods of healing. More important to the companions was that the old apothecary was said to be offering a decent sum of silver for artefacts and samples taken from such a site. This was sufficient to get the companions to Highwold, and where they went from there was to be seen…
Waking late, the companions met downstairs, in the Silver Tankard’s common hall. Gorlan Barthenay, the proprietor of the place, had a reputable establishment, and the prices for food and drink were rather reasonable.
Several locals wiled away their time in the hall, three of them old men with missing or mangled limbs and who seemed to be making the place their second home, a fellow in the corner who looked to be a sharper, and a few farmers and trappers that stopped by for a drink, eyed the companions skeptically, and left soon after…a farmer’s life one of toil and burden.
Gorlan’s wife, Karin, came out of the inn’s kitchen, and served the travelers warm bread, butter, a plate of eggs and some sweet mead. There were worse ways to break one’s fast, all agreed.
Map of Highwold Sorry it's so crude. It's taking a while to get it done, but better to start the game off.
