Thread: [DnD 5e] Homebrew high fantasy fun in Etindra!

Hazelthyst knew adventurers when she saw them. Partly because it was her job to know, partly because only 3 types of people wandered into New Emerald City the destitute from the Troll-riddled lands up north, likely victims of a raid.. the workers from the local estates and steadings here to work or sell their wares.. and the nobles sent to see the governor, or visit the Boudoir. Adventurers had an entirely different look about them, no matter if they were high-born or the lowest of low. She called it the glint of wanderlust. It was this description that she had shared with the town guards so they would better know who might me in town to aid with their crisis, and who was here for other purposes. She couldn't watch the gates all the time in search of help, so she asked Chett to inform her when anyone showing promise might pass through the town. There had been several alerts recently, but none as promising as the few who had just entered. Hazelthyst assumed they were strangers to one another, despite their nearly exact arrivals. Some seemed chatty while others were more observant. As Chett was speaking to each of them in turn, he sent a runner to find Miss Haze. It didn't take the boy long. Hazelthyst watched the travelers react and respond to the news they received. When Chett dismissed them into the city, the gnome woman approached. Hello. Welcome to New Emerald City. I'm Hazelthyst, call me Haze, and I can take you to see Governor Elim Matisse. She spoke with an air of authority, considering her small size. At first glance, one might assume she were a mage of some variety, due to the shimmering nature of her amethyst pauldrons and the periwinkle tunic she wore. Upon further inspection, however, that tunic was split at the sides, up to her hips, to allow for greater mobility and underneath it she wore grey leather leggings. The amethyst breastplate on her chest was also clearly meant to be protective rather than decorative, and when viewed closely it did seem to provide ample torso coverage for the small female. A grey leather holster belt was fastened around her waist that supported a scabbard for some small, pointed instrument of death like a dagger along with several closed pouch compartments. And the gloves she wore were not of cloth or mail, but of leather. They provided extra support to her wrists, as well as the pointer, middle finger and thumb on her right hand, but the palms were uncovered as well as the pinky finger on her right hand. Clever deduction might lead one to believe she was an archer of sorts, but she did not carry a bow or a quiver. At least, not yet. As she walked alongside the group, she made a point of moving their attention to the various interesting places they passed on the way to the Governor's Office. There's the Verdant Leaf . Finest pub in town, if you ask me. They have shows three times a week, usually musicians or theater folk looking for some publicity. Steak Ale is just down there. They are purely an eatery.. I highly recommend the Big Boar Salad. Emerald Market carries a variety of common goods at fair prices. The Copper Shop is a resale store. You can always find a deal there, as long as you don't mind buying someone else's used items. At Bertha's Emporium you can find all manner of unusual and exotic goods, weapons, armor and clothing. Bertha's even offers transportation services. She fancies herself as a 'one-stop outfitter' for travelers. Gwendolyn's is the place to go for jewelry and magical services. The herbalist is just there, where it says Good Earth . He's been stretched to the limit lately with all these immigrants pouring into the city. The Guild Embassies are over that way. You can see the intricate masonry rising above the skyline. And that gilded building at the end of Market Street is Elven Whispers. It's by invitation only, so you'll have to be invited if you want to go inside. As she walked and pointed out businesses of interest, Haze noted that not everyone was listening. One young man was giving orders to a few cohorts that had been trailing in his footsteps. Another was more interested in certain named places than the overall 'tour' that Haze was providing. Market Street was approximately one mile of the best shops, bars, inns and restaurants in town. There were other establishments in this city of 4200 people, but Market Street represented the cream of the crop. It was also on the main road into town, which intersected the city center like the spoke of a wheel. And at the heart of it all sat a fine house surrounded by a large courtyard and tens of feet of green, lush grass.. all behind a 10 foot tall wrought-iron wall with sturdy brick columns at 30 ft intervals. The gated mansion up there is Governor Matisse's Estate. I'll make sure you get an appointment today, so meet me there by the guardhouse when you're ready. And keep an eye on your belongings. There's a lot of desperate folk out there. Haze took her leave from the travelers and headed for the aforementioned guardhouse.