<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/120230/">Character Threads</a><br/><br/><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/threads/120235/">OOC Discussion</a><br/><br/>The<a class="link link--external" href="https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Yartar" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">City of Yartar</a>was still teaming with life as the business of commerce began to give way to the somewhat more relaxed business of whatever happiness the denizens could find or afford. It was a cross roads town, largely catering to either the caravans going east and west, or the barges going north and south. Most cargo simply passed through the town on its way to or from greater cities and markets. However the modest produce of the<a class="link link--external" href="https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/forgottenrealms/images/6/65/Dessarin_Valley-5e.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/1000?cb=20180903151049" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dessarin Valley</a>would begin its journey at this regional hub of transport.  The valley was blessed with fertile soil and a hardworking populace that added more than its share of food stuffs and finished goods bringing a measure of peace and prosperity to the land.  The kind of place people could raise a family of strapping young lads and beautiful lasses.  While mostly human, the occasional halfling and even some elves were a frequent and welcome sight.<br/><br/>This night though, there were storm clouds on the horizon, both literally and figuratively.  A late spring storm was sweeping in from the western sea and rumors of disappearing maidens in the valley below Yartar had been circulating since the spring thaw set in.  The storm was real enough, people could feel it in the air, so far though the rumors were just that, rumors.  From the security of Yartar and the Waterbaron's<a class="link link--external" href="https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Shields_of_Yartar" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Shields of Yartar</a>, it was easy to dismiss such grumblings as bored milk maids looking for a better, more interesting life.  Even if there was some truth to them, certainly the fine ladies of Yartar were safe here in the fortified city.  One couldn't just drag a screaming damsel off the street without arousing a forceful response.  Not that Yartar was without crime by any means, it just required a certain amount of subtlety.  The ladies of the<a class="link link--external" href="https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Hand_of_Yartar" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Hand of Yartar</a>could pick pockets or slit throats and be long gone before anyone was the wiser.  But even they knew not to be too flagrant and were careful not to cause more trouble than a few well placed bribes could soothe.