Obscuraphile
2018-06-06, 04:27 PM
The autumn sun is high overhead, shining down with a warm light that cuts the chill in the breeze, as the caravan arrives in Sandpoint. The town is a small frontier village on a disused stretch of an ancient highway. Notable for its glassworks and the crumbling ruin of an old lighthouse nearby, Sandpoint is rather wealthy for a population center of its size and station.
The journey from Magnimar, the nearest city of any appreciable size, by caravan takes ten days. You were hired on as guards more for appearances sake than any actual fear of attack. While the frontiers are anything but tame, wild beasts rarely strike at a single wagon, let alone half a dozen, and the goblin tribes of the region have been less belligerent of late.
In addition to the various travelers, traders, and farmers who have tagged along the caravan is transporting a large butterfly cage, a peculiar ritual of Sandpoint's annual harvest festival. You arrive and deliver your cargo just as lunch is being served in the town square. The villagers are friendly and welcoming to all as the town's various taverns and eateries lay out a wonderful spread. Children shriek happily and run through the streets playing at various games while older townsfolk drink and chat.
Towering over all of the festivities is a new stone cathedral. Everywhere people are abuzz about the consecration which will take place at sunset and will see the release of the thousands of butterflies brought from far away.
The journey from Magnimar, the nearest city of any appreciable size, by caravan takes ten days. You were hired on as guards more for appearances sake than any actual fear of attack. While the frontiers are anything but tame, wild beasts rarely strike at a single wagon, let alone half a dozen, and the goblin tribes of the region have been less belligerent of late.
In addition to the various travelers, traders, and farmers who have tagged along the caravan is transporting a large butterfly cage, a peculiar ritual of Sandpoint's annual harvest festival. You arrive and deliver your cargo just as lunch is being served in the town square. The villagers are friendly and welcoming to all as the town's various taverns and eateries lay out a wonderful spread. Children shriek happily and run through the streets playing at various games while older townsfolk drink and chat.
Towering over all of the festivities is a new stone cathedral. Everywhere people are abuzz about the consecration which will take place at sunset and will see the release of the thousands of butterflies brought from far away.