<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Walo, Charlotte (wearing potato sack thong), Elders, Ackaedes Priest<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newgate city - Banquet Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All PCs <br/></strong><hr/><hr/>The party marched into town, most topless and some bottomless, and all without shoes or any decent clothing. Newgate City could hardly be described as a city by modern day standards. Even by medieval, it was probably more correct to call it a large village or a town. Streets were narrow and houses and businesses crowded in on each side but the full length of the city from any given outside point to another was nothing more than five or six blocks. Whatever Newgate might be, this was apparently where most of the trade in the city occurred with farms like Walo's parents' being on the outside.<br/><br/>Oddly, when Walo marched the party into the town, most people hardly noticed. When someone did take notice, they either quickly looked away or gave a brief nod of acknowledgement and whisper, "Good luck Champions."<br/><br/>In the center of Newgate was a town square. It was probably generous to call it a square as the dimensions were definitely not equal and not at right angles. Perhaps it was something between a rectangle and an oval. But, regardless of what it was, this was obviously where all the important business occurred. In the middle was an oblong building. Walo led the group inside and they were met by a man who was thin, had graying temples in his hair, and was richly robed. He looked at Walo and then over at the party and curtly asked, "What are you doing standing outside with them, boy? Bring them in, already."<br/><br/>Walo hustled the party inside and once the last person entered, the door was shut behind him by the robed man. Inside, there was a great room and there were three other people waiting for them, all grey haired and tired looking. Two were male but the central figure was female. She stood shorter than both the men but her steel grey eyes made it apparent that she was nobody to be trifled with. She spoke first, "Greetings Champions. My name is Amphelice. On my left, the man with the scar on chin, is Reynard. On my right is Piers. We are the Elders of Newgate. The man behind you is Ackaedes High Priest for Newgate. His name is Yahir.<br/><br/>From behind you, you hear the High Priest say, "Elders, there are 11. There were only supposed to be 10."<br/><br/>Amphelice answered, "Perhaps you misunderstood your message."<br/><br/>Yahir responded with a musing, "Perhaps." He paused for a long moment and said, "I will rejoin you at the feast." Without another word, he turned on his heels and left, the door shutting loudly behind him.<br/><br/>Amphelice continued, "My apologies. The High Priest is a rather intense individual. As I'm sure that you can smell from the kitchen there will be a feast in your honor." Aromatic scents could be smelled wafting into the main hall as she continued, "However, I am certain that you all would like to clean up and get dressed in something more befitting your stations. Our servants have prepared baths for you and you each will have your own attendant to take care of you and to prepare you for the feast. If any of you have a question now, please ask. We are here to serve."