Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20171121012820/@comment-7262318-20171204161058

The group travelled across a hilly countryisde that bore resemblance to the beauty of Alinors landscape. However, there were scars that dotted the landscape, and told a story of conflict that seemed to have engulfed this year island; craters, a few cast aside bones, rusted weapons, and even claw marks lay dormant through the fields.

New Rose was not far from the docks. Down the overly used dirt road, they would see wooden barricades and a few watchtowers, all with similar militia men occupying them. The foundations and material for a wall were lying on the outskirts of the town, with a few men tending to them.

“Boa’s put a lot of work into making this town,” He said. They could see many of houses and farms in this little hamlet, with people hustling about and chatting in the market place, browsing the stalls and wares. There was smithing stations, inns and alchemist, tailors and men moving freshly cut trees from the sawmill, farmers in the field and soldiers training in the barracks. It was small but had a cozy atmosphere to it.

“This is a haven, for those wrongly persecuted. You wreck anything here, and you’re out.”