Bhelgra Jathslag

## Preparations for the Ghostlands

*Adventurers Wanted*

*Inquire within for*

*treasure and glory*

The small flyer pinned next to the door of the tavern beckons the rare warrior or witch travelling through Shorewood inward. A grinning skull between a pair of beer mugs on a sign over the door, labeled prominently “Bhelgra’s Beer and Breakfast”. To those who enter they’re treated with the sight of the inn, quieter at day with only a few patrons and a heavily bearded dwarf behind the counter, relatively unremarkable on the inside if not for the scythe hanging on the wall behind the counter, made of silver, wood, and crystal.

The dwarf calls out as you enter, interrupting within moments any attempt to take in the sight of the place. “Oi, you there! Stop standing around, either buy something or sit ‘own, just don’t clog the entrance.”

With a blush and stammer you quickly get out of the way as an elderly human pushes past you, muttering about adventurous young people always getting in the way. Approaching the counter you look around, slightly dingy but everything looks almost new, as if someone tried to craft an authentic aged tavern experience without actually having anything aged to work with.

“A-are you Bhelgra? I saw the flyer outside, and if there’s treasure it’s got to be better than the trade caravans and bandits.” You turn around with a quick look, an eye out as if the merchants would hear you talking ill of their trips.

The dwarf grunts in acknowledgement before responding with a gravelly voice. “Aye, I’m Bhelgra and this is me inn. Makes sense that’s why you’re here, sword and shield as shiny as that make you look like you’re here about the flyer. Still got that sparkle of youthful hope in your eyes even, it’ll help you where you need to go.” He bends down with a huff and grabs a set of papers clipped together from under the counter, the first few pages listing dozens of names with various taverns around town listed next to most of them.

“The basic information should all be in there, write your name and where you’re staying in town at the start. Meeting at noon on Sunday to try and plan properly, be back here then.” With the message he moves off to handle other patrons of the inn.

A much more detailed set of information is on the pages in front of you once you look past the lists of names, striking fear into your heart at the tale told within.

*Adventurers wanted for fighting the hordes*

*Recently the appearance of the huge towers across Etera has been heard far and wide, towers appearing from nowhere and roiling with magic. The most recent of these appears to exude death magic in almost unbearable amounts, but this appears to have started producing undead without corpses in copious amounts. This would be concerning enough normally, except the tower has appeared within the Ghostlands who have maintained their usual policies of hostility towards anyone trying to enter the lands. While they appear to be handling the problem so far, from what we’ve been able to divine the problem is growing worse and may soon spill out. For this reason we’re trying to recruit any able adventurers who think they can assist in such a way that doesn’t draw the ire of the Ghostlands in the process.*

*This outpost is manned by Bhelgra Jathslag, owner of Bhelgra’s Beer and Breakfast. Any inquiries should be addressed to her, she shall be acting as a coordinator for wandering adventurers in Shorewood.*

With a nervous flourish you sign your name, consigning yourself to who knows what fate within the undead ridden lands of the Ghostlands, now apparently even more undead ridden than normal.