Fearun as it is today...
Grim Wraithe Stjerna
The Víkíngr, reaver of the sea, hunter of Pirates.
The year is 1374 DR, the Year of the Lightning Storms. This is the state of the realms so far.
After completing your acceptance trials, you find yourself, and you group, waiting in the tavern way point while your airship gets resupplied. Well it's not yours per se, it belongs to your guild, The Nameless Intent, and they send you and your group out to recover items and artifacts for buyers who remain nameless.
You are waiting for your next assignment as the tavern wench walks over with a tray full of ale.
"Here ye go." Her voice was forced cheeriness and charm, she slops some of your ale on the table before walking away.
After completing your acceptance trials, you find yourself, and you group, waiting in the tavern way point while your airship gets resupplied. Well it's not yours per se, it belongs to your guild, The Nameless Intent, and they send you and your group out to recover items and artifacts for buyers who remain nameless.
You are waiting for your next assignment as the tavern wench walks over with a tray full of ale.
"Here ye go." Her voice was forced cheeriness and charm, she slops some of your ale on the table before walking away.