The forges blazed non-stop, lighting up the center of the town. It's late day, though it's hard to notice with such heavy cloud cover. The distinct sounds of the blacksmiths hammer can be heard, drowning out the silence. The town of Stingard was built upon the rubble of a once prosperous city. Like many regions, the dark clouds brought ruin here. Stones from towers once constructed by rich misers now run along the perimeter, serving as a hastily built town wall.<br/>There is safety in numbers, the caravan that you traveled with now seeks safe rest and new provisions. The journey here has already taken the lives of a few, many more could fall soon at this rate.<br/>Several city guards stand watch, some better equipped than others. They check those entering the city gate, if you could call the crude structure such. Lanterns held high, the weary sentries greet you. The guards inspect the wagons and carts and single out individuals to search for contraband.<br/><strong>"Welcome to Stingard travelers. We've not a lot to trade, but if a roof over you head is what you seek, we can provide. I am Lieutenant Morglum. Keep out of trouble, our you'll have to answer to me."</strong>, the tall, lanky man addresses them with his deep, bass voice. From his gray-toned skin and jutting canines he is no doubt part Orc.<br/><strong>"Any questions?"</strong>, the half-orc asks, seemingly indifferent. He has a very clear and stern tone which makes him seem like a no-nonsense sort of fellow. Morglums scars hint that he has earned his rank, his fierce looking halberd had no doubt seen much action as well.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(OOC: And if you have any out of character questions, just PM me or use the OOC thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58851.msg2666457#msg2666457). Since this will be your first game posts, you'll want to add a description of your character.)</span>