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UltraMechaStalin
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- Joined
- Jan 19, 2009
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Character Profiles
Destroyer's Rise rules
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Teeming with life and trade, the city of Vaersk was a wonder to behold. Nestled between the twin arms of the Granite-wash River Vaersk is capitol and primary port of the nation of Everend. The city's massive granite keep rests atop the only hill in the otherwise flat and rolling plains of Everend's verdant Heartlands. Spreading around the keep like a wheel is the Outer City, with twenty-four long roads stretching out like spokes. Smaller avenues and alleys branch between the spokes, creating a grid system of sort for the city. This adventure begins on harborside on the 23rd spoke, at the Stained Hand, one of the city's more exclusive Inn's.
The Hand looks from the outside to be a regal establishment, certainly out of place against the gruff backdrop of Vaersk's rowdy harbor. A large oaken sign greets any potential visitors, an emblem of a wine glass spilled across an open palm beneath the words "The Stained Hand". Once inside any observer would find themselves surprised at the furnishings within. Every stool or chair finely polished and free of scuff or scratch. The inn's common room stretches a remarkable seventy by forty-five feet and has many tables spread along at random but comfortable intervals. Serving-women bustle about catering to visiting diplomats and wealthy merchants while profitable rumors flit across lips loosened by wine. But the real business was taking place on the third floor, in the Landlord's private conference room.
Character Profiles
Destroyer's Rise rules
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Teeming with life and trade, the city of Vaersk was a wonder to behold. Nestled between the twin arms of the Granite-wash River Vaersk is capitol and primary port of the nation of Everend. The city's massive granite keep rests atop the only hill in the otherwise flat and rolling plains of Everend's verdant Heartlands. Spreading around the keep like a wheel is the Outer City, with twenty-four long roads stretching out like spokes. Smaller avenues and alleys branch between the spokes, creating a grid system of sort for the city. This adventure begins on harborside on the 23rd spoke, at the Stained Hand, one of the city's more exclusive Inn's.
The Hand looks from the outside to be a regal establishment, certainly out of place against the gruff backdrop of Vaersk's rowdy harbor. A large oaken sign greets any potential visitors, an emblem of a wine glass spilled across an open palm beneath the words "The Stained Hand". Once inside any observer would find themselves surprised at the furnishings within. Every stool or chair finely polished and free of scuff or scratch. The inn's common room stretches a remarkable seventy by forty-five feet and has many tables spread along at random but comfortable intervals. Serving-women bustle about catering to visiting diplomats and wealthy merchants while profitable rumors flit across lips loosened by wine. But the real business was taking place on the third floor, in the Landlord's private conference room.