The city you all find yourself in is called Kaguya, a vastly wealthy and powerful city-state that influences the surrounding land for hundreds of miles. Lying on both sides of the mighty Tigrus River, a massive port city that controls the primary river trade that runs through this continent of Pravida. It also controls vast acreage of farmland that spreads out in all directions, the great plains supplying food for the city and dozens other down river. The city being a capital of industry and culture.<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">(Think the Mississippi and there being a massive city on both banks, controlling rive trade and large stone bridges for large wagons and trade to use.)<br/></div></div><br/>The central government is run by a Oligarchy of Priests and Priestesses, who rule from the central hill on the west side of the river, their temple ground stretching out for 2 square miles and take up a large portion of the west part of the city. For centuries, they have ruled, and for centuries, the city has never been attacked or experienced a famine or flood or drought, even with having no walls or proper defenses. They have been very benevolent rulers, keeping taxes low, having a festival every 2 or 3 weeks, and making the city a haven for debauchery and sin. (Just as long as the sin tax keeps flowing...)<br/><br/>All of which has nothing to do with you all. Being a merc group yourselves, you've stumbled into the city after a nasty affair with some asshole and his cult up north, setting fire to his head quarters and helping the local authorities do some classic witch hunting. Being handsomely rewarded for your troubles with the peasant murdering and witch burnings, and coming into Kaguya for a much needed vacation.<br/><br/>That was 3 months ago. You've found that through plenty of drinking and gambling and drinking and whoring and more drinking, that you're money supply is getting rather tight. Time to get out of retirement and get a job under your belt, as you've stumbled across a easy one that is paying a cool 3k gp.<br/><br/>Wandering down to the eastern warehouse district, you come across the meeting place and meet a fine gentlemen wearing fine silks and even finer shoes.<strong>"Ah yes, welcome welcome! My name is Sebastien and I am honored to meet such a successful merc group! I need a experienced and professional group such as yourselves to do a supply run for me. I have some vintage wines here from my personal Arbor that needs to reach the city of Hburln to the north east, as you can understand, this cargo is quite fragile and expensive. I cannot trust it to just any fumbling merchant and his ill equipped guards, oh no sir! <br/><br/>Such a professional group such as yourselves, this job should be easy for you, and it will pay handsomely once you bring the cargo to Hburln."</strong><br/><br/>Shooing you all inside of the warehouse, which is stacked floor to ceiling with wines and barrels of wine and more wine. Also there, front and center, is a double horse wagon, already fitted with two strong horses, as workers load up the wagon with even more barrels and crates of wine bottles. It's enough to make the alcholics amongst you all weep in pure joy, as Sebastien keeps yammering on over how vital this cargo run is. When you do agree to do it, he has you sign all sorts of paperwork and insurance claims and other details, as the contract primises an additional 15,000 gold if you can make it to Hburln within 3 months. A strong horse and a crazy rider, on good weather, can make the trip in ten days, so laden with a wagon stuffed with wine could make it not barring anything stupid happening.<br/><br/>It is still up to your to buy food and other provisions for the trip, as the wagon is about 70% capacity filled with cargo.<br/><br/><br/>