The Restoration of Erihal [GAME START]

Part One:

“And they set off for the blood-soaked land that waited for them. And they went without fear, for they had hope in their hearts…”

The seven arrived, all from different parts of the League (and some even from beyond), converging on one of the centers of the resettlement – Sylenna, Lyssea’s largest port on the Badin Sea. The city’s cobblestoned streets were bustling with activity, with banners up all over celebrating the hard-fought victory over the Empire. And the resettlement was on everyone’s lips. Merchants hawked supplies to would-be settlers, criers offered good pay and land in exchange for indentures to those too poor to pay their way out into the wilds, and mercenaries offered their services as protection. 

They did not know each other, and yet somehow they found themselves standing together in front of a hastily set-up desk in the Royal Armory, staring at a small painted sign that said “Albert Redwyne, Resettlement Commissioner”. A rotund man with a big and bushy mustache sat behind the desk, pulling a sheet from a stack of papers and writing carefully.

“Registering a caravan? I’ll need your names, professions, and settlement destination so I can write up your claim. And a leader, of course.”

He squinted at the group in the dimly-lit room, counting them on his fingers.

“And hrm, seven’s not enough for a proper caravan. Well, you can always enlist more, there’s no shortage of layabouts near the supply warehouses. Too lazy to form a caravan themselves, hmph! Just looking to latch onto the success of others.”

The Commissioner pulled another paper from his stack, squinted at it, and signed and sealed it.

“You’re a lucky bunch, the Queen’s offering inducements for new settlers. Supplies, paid for by the crown. This will get you what you need at the warehouses when you’re done here. Armory's stuffed full of all sorts of goods.”