Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2015 2:51:25 GMT
Preparations for Midsummer are in full swing across most of Caeldon. Now that the fields have had almost a full season of growth, farmers, traders and soldiers have had time to congregate in the taprooms of inns and alehouses. When idle tongues and dark ale intertwine rumors are born, and these rumors have been darker than the norm.
Rovers are spotted in the channel almost daily, while tales of slave takers in the north have the Lord’s in their Duns rattling their swords on shields and plotting to go raiding in return. Tales of burnt vill’s in the west hint at a return of the Redcap’s from the ring, something unheard of in a generation.
Across the Channel, mercenaries are restless as peace spreads between the 50 Baronies, and the general quite borders between Isagaard and the Tarnish Empire, have granthers hopeful of a harvest untrammeled by Tarnish hobnails, yet fearful of the quite before a the storm.
Selkie traders enter southern ports with whispered tales of dragons at flight at twilight, heralding omens of change to come.