Ilena
2010-06-23, 10:16 PM
In the time after the first Cataclysm, life was very hard. In the king priests arrogance, he called down upon Krynn the wrath of the gods. It is said they abandoned the mortals to their folly and doom. Everything was changed, seas where there was none last year, desert as far as the eye can see where their was shimmering ocean. This is but a small part of the greater goings'on in the world. A tale of a group of people, out to survive this changed world.
Tavi:
Being a bard in these dark times is not an easy thing. So many people have been displaced, so many lack even the money to buy themselves food. So many refugees from the lands surrounding what was once Istar, many are starving with no one to help them.
But alas, you sit inside the tavern, "The Lucky Lady" within the small village of SalmonFall. The inn itself has seen better days, a few glass windows, one with a large crack in it that may have came from the cataclysm itself, bathe the common room with a pale evening light. A tavern wench starts moving between them, lighting a few to chase back the coming darkness. The common room itself is clean compared to others you have seen lately though is far from spotless. A few others sit around with you, most look to be village folk and very much depressed.
William:
You travel upon the road down from Hillhome, almost to a small village of SalmonFall that somehow survived the cataclysm. The day has been long hot and tiring for both you and your horse. The path you travel winds through the forest, seemingly untouched by axe or fiery mountain. You notice as you crest a rise the small village you were waiting to see. The falling sun bathes it in a welcoming glow, as if your lost mothers arms were beckoning you home. You think at least another 5 more weary minutes and you will be there.
Marikoth:
In your travels you have seen much, experienced more then you ever thought was out there from your forest home. But nothing could have prepared you for that day, the day a mountain crashed upon Istar. The golden capital of the world. You heard from rumors that Silvanost is still there, that it is ok. But you know you can never return to that home, cut off from it forever. So here you sit, inside a tavern, aptly named "The Lucky Lady". You see few others, some who belong there, local farmers and those trying their hand at fishing, as well as a few others who do not look like they belong. The tavern wench moves to light a few lanterns, sparing those who cannot see in the dark from stumbling around blind.
Chicken Muck:
The cataclysm really did not change much, the life of good Chicken Muck. A sea appeared overnight where their was none before, many of the taller, mean folk seemed upset. But their garbage was still there, their scraps that are perfectly fine to eat still being thrown out. So what if mountains disappear and the ground shakes? The food is good. You rummage around in a garbage pile in an alleyway beside a place you heard someone saying one time, "The lucky Lady", or was it "The lady Lucky?" Your hands find a broken spoon, half the spoon head broken off. Seems still good for something though.
Roylkin:
The cataclysm changed everything, your home is no longer accessible, in fact, you have no home anymore. Wandering the lands your travels bring you to a place called SalmonFall. This seems like a good of place as any to gather some supplies, restock yourself. You find yourself in the inn called, "The Lucky Lady", with a few other folk. Some have the look of town folk, but others, like they do not belong there. The tavern wench moves about, lighting oil lanterns to stave off the night.
Knodisendattenaul:
The cataclysm changed the lives of many, yours included, it presented you with a wonderful opportunity to record what will surely be the most promising history to date. The world changed? Gods angry with the mortals? Mortals left on their own? Surely stuff of legends! Though you may not see it that way as others do. Still a life quest IS a life quest. Your travels to record the goings'on of peoples lives, and how they adapt to this new changing world, brings you to the small village of SalmonFall. Their you find rest in a boring, everyday but at least clean inn called "The Lucky Lady". Surely a few people here you could find interesting enough to write about and someone who may actually talk to you about their reactions to the cataclysm. Only a few people look to belong to this village, a few others look to be travelers like yourself, just passing through like many other folk you have seen as of late.
OOC
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=8762968#post8762968
Tavi:
Being a bard in these dark times is not an easy thing. So many people have been displaced, so many lack even the money to buy themselves food. So many refugees from the lands surrounding what was once Istar, many are starving with no one to help them.
But alas, you sit inside the tavern, "The Lucky Lady" within the small village of SalmonFall. The inn itself has seen better days, a few glass windows, one with a large crack in it that may have came from the cataclysm itself, bathe the common room with a pale evening light. A tavern wench starts moving between them, lighting a few to chase back the coming darkness. The common room itself is clean compared to others you have seen lately though is far from spotless. A few others sit around with you, most look to be village folk and very much depressed.
William:
You travel upon the road down from Hillhome, almost to a small village of SalmonFall that somehow survived the cataclysm. The day has been long hot and tiring for both you and your horse. The path you travel winds through the forest, seemingly untouched by axe or fiery mountain. You notice as you crest a rise the small village you were waiting to see. The falling sun bathes it in a welcoming glow, as if your lost mothers arms were beckoning you home. You think at least another 5 more weary minutes and you will be there.
Marikoth:
In your travels you have seen much, experienced more then you ever thought was out there from your forest home. But nothing could have prepared you for that day, the day a mountain crashed upon Istar. The golden capital of the world. You heard from rumors that Silvanost is still there, that it is ok. But you know you can never return to that home, cut off from it forever. So here you sit, inside a tavern, aptly named "The Lucky Lady". You see few others, some who belong there, local farmers and those trying their hand at fishing, as well as a few others who do not look like they belong. The tavern wench moves to light a few lanterns, sparing those who cannot see in the dark from stumbling around blind.
Chicken Muck:
The cataclysm really did not change much, the life of good Chicken Muck. A sea appeared overnight where their was none before, many of the taller, mean folk seemed upset. But their garbage was still there, their scraps that are perfectly fine to eat still being thrown out. So what if mountains disappear and the ground shakes? The food is good. You rummage around in a garbage pile in an alleyway beside a place you heard someone saying one time, "The lucky Lady", or was it "The lady Lucky?" Your hands find a broken spoon, half the spoon head broken off. Seems still good for something though.
Roylkin:
The cataclysm changed everything, your home is no longer accessible, in fact, you have no home anymore. Wandering the lands your travels bring you to a place called SalmonFall. This seems like a good of place as any to gather some supplies, restock yourself. You find yourself in the inn called, "The Lucky Lady", with a few other folk. Some have the look of town folk, but others, like they do not belong there. The tavern wench moves about, lighting oil lanterns to stave off the night.
Knodisendattenaul:
The cataclysm changed the lives of many, yours included, it presented you with a wonderful opportunity to record what will surely be the most promising history to date. The world changed? Gods angry with the mortals? Mortals left on their own? Surely stuff of legends! Though you may not see it that way as others do. Still a life quest IS a life quest. Your travels to record the goings'on of peoples lives, and how they adapt to this new changing world, brings you to the small village of SalmonFall. Their you find rest in a boring, everyday but at least clean inn called "The Lucky Lady". Surely a few people here you could find interesting enough to write about and someone who may actually talk to you about their reactions to the cataclysm. Only a few people look to belong to this village, a few others look to be travelers like yourself, just passing through like many other folk you have seen as of late.
OOC
http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=8762968#post8762968