The Battle Continues! The King of the land of Praven is quite fond of the musical and theater type of enterainment, as the kingdom has notb een in war for centuries, and with the occasional orc raids from the north not much is happening. So a national pass time seems like a good idea over all, giving the peasants and townfolks something to gossip over. So any bands that register and pay the fines and the paperwork get to have themselves a roaming tour the of the lands and all the permits they want to set up stages and draw a crowd and all of that nonsense. Naturally there wouldn't be much fun in this if there wasn't a chance for fights amongst bands as well, so all of the bands are also legally allowed to fight and kill and loot each other as much as they please, as long as there isn't any property damage or peasants killed in the action.<br/><br/>Which naturally leads into a rather cutthroat business, with bands roaming into towns at the same time and competing for fans, while all the time trying to backstab each other in various interesting and naughty fashions. This does a fantastic job of weeding out the lame boy bands and goth and emo nonsense, since punk rock half-orc bands and real adventuring parties that decided that swinging guitars sounded like a good plan tend to be better in the field of combat. Popularity naturally swings into this as well, as killing off a popular band in town could very much lead to a riot and having to defend yourselves against several irate fans.<br/><br/>Speaking of fans, your current band(name pending), has finally arrived in the port town of Lesbin. Lesbin is squatting on the north side of a good size lake surrounded by pristine mountains and resorts and skiing and all of that (think Lake Tahoe). It is late fall with some chill in the air, with there already being snow in the mountains. You all show off your papers, as the town guard is more then eager to let in you, informing you that you are the only band currently in town. You pass the stone walls and the gate with your own large scale carriage and 2 horses needed to pull it, as it has enough room for the 4 of you easy.<br/><br/>The forth being your government mandated secretary, a rather spicy elf girl that goes by the name of Fiona, age unknown. She sighs out and adjusts her glasses while jumping out of the carriage, stretching some and taking a look around at the surroundings before glaring at the three of you with her icy stare.<br/><br/><strong>"Well? Time to get busy you lazy slackers! Get this carriage off to an Inn and get those horses tended too and one of you go about scouting the town for a suitable staging area! Hop hop!"</strong>Thankfully there are plenty of Inns to go around, with one of which being able to accommodate your carriage without it utterly blocking the road. The Inn is called The Sleepy Bunny, as it looks open enough with people coming and going with quite some interesting intensity.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/1897/f721158a23bb3979b709139.jpg)</div></div>