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Banwalt, one of the four marshes of Harlant, 1622. While the newest heir to the Arzswin family is trying to gain influence over the city, the once renowned city guard is struggling to keep theirs as the need for grand adventure steadily declines. Even in a world in which magic is commonplace, people are afraid of change.

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Percival Greenmantle

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May 12 2017, 11:38 AM
Sitting near the outer walls of Banwalt sits an inn. It is small and squat, wedged between row after row of houses, windows dark. It sits next to one of the grand gates of the city, one of the guardhouses directly opposite, the guards having left their posts for the night. A sign swings above its door, moved slowly by the evening breeze. The sign depicts a great portcullis, crawling with grapevines, fruit-laden. The windows shine with a comforting orange glow, casting light on the cobbled streets.

The inside of the inn is warm, lit in a flickering orange light by the fire burning merrily in the blackened stone hearth. The room is full of the low chatter of late night conversation, filling the air with a pleasant hubbub. The inn is small, but cosy, and packed with all kinds of patrons, Most of them working people, particularly city guards, stopping to have a drink after a hard days work. The barman, a red haired youth, stands behind the bar his hands constantly moving, cleaning flagons and pouring drinks. In one corner sits Percival, still in his full armour and noble regalia, polished spear leant up against the table and his helm resting next to it. He sits, one hand on a mug of ale, seemingly chatting to a small group of people surrounding his table. In a loud voice, he tells stories of his adventures, of his career as a knight errant.

"And there I was, deep in the great north woods of Drouwe. My only companion my spear and shield. I knew the bear had to be somewhere in the area, the locals had been talking about this creature for months now. A gigantic man-eater, they said it was a demon taken animal form, with great red eyes and claws like scythe blades. It had spent the last few weeks taking livestock and destroying barns for the food stocks, but recently, thanks to a famine, it had started taking travellers from nearby roads, and isolated woodsmen from the nearby logging camps. I stood outside of its den, a cave littered with bones and scraps of fur, my spear readied and shield raised, as I stepped into the darkness. I saw it there, a huge creature, its bark-brown fur coming out in great clumps, its eyes red and bloodshot. Those eyes looked into me for an instant before..." At this point, Percival stopped as he saw a figure on the edge of his vision, pinning him with a stare like wrought iron.
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