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[Harry Baldman]

Head out on the road. Seek out small towns that look like they need adventurers for something.

((And a joyous birthday as well. Nearly forgot.))

[Patrick Hunt]

Follow my companion staying out of sight.

[Comrade P.]

Head out on the road. Seek out small towns that look like they need adventurers for something.

Spoiler: Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

You gather your poor belongings into one small sack (but yer sword is still protrudes out of it), put on your pretty weared suit and head to railway station through the city's guts.
Though you knew how it should look like, you now see quite another face of the city. No parks, squares, or even streets - you have to go through sandlots, industrial zones, working quaters aтв other places that are no good for you. You see beggars and homeless - their arms stretching to you, their pale faces and thin lips praising for a singulus.
[1] As you turn the next corner, you see a kind of long and straight passage made by a huge factory, a long and broad building with chimneys of all sorts and sizes coming out of it, on one side and a group of storehouses built so close to each other that there is no way for a person to walk between them. You make half way through this passage when you see a group of obviously drunk people, dressed in black longcoats with red bands on their left sleeves. Some of them are still holding bottles of vodka.
And they seem to mention you, so you're now their prime interest. They're approaching quickly.

Spoiler: Patrick Hunt and darkpaladin109 (click to show/hide)

You are sneaking through narrow lanes and idestreets to avoid the crowd [4] and you're now end up to the place officialy unknown, but known well among the outcasts and rebels of the town - so called Nowhere Square. It is actually a blind alley, but mane doors and even ladders are leading from here to former industrial zone, now occupied by outlaws of various sorts. You crawl up one of the ladders that leads you to a small tower, intended to be guard tower of the facility, but transformed to a tavern known as Lantern - 'cause lights from it are lighting the Nowhere Square.
As you come to the taver, you see that it is quite deserted. But two visitors are still here: one of them is an elf with scar across his face and a heavy gaze directed to the bottom of his huge mug, and another one is truly remarkable - you're lucky to see a dragonborn, but to see a draginborn soldier - that is an event shown once in your life. However, he seems to be asleep. You are wandering for job from a barman, a fat half-blood elf.
Work, heh? I guess you should wake one of those two up to get some, but that is risky.

[darkpaladin109]

Ask my companion to cover me if the elf is hostile. Then carefully wake up the elf.

[Comrade P.]

Ask my companion about the situation. Then carefully wake up the elf.

((Why bother asking your companion if you make deсisions yourself?))

[darkpaladin109]

((Why bother asking your companion if you make deсisions yourself?))

I'l edit that part out, if that's alright.

[Comrade P.]

((Why bother asking your companion if you make deсisions yourself?))

I'l edit that part out, if that's alright.

((As for me, that just didn't made any sense. So I think that should be removed.))

[The Froggy Ninja]

Onward to spiritual development and hopefully not howler monkeys!

[Comrade P.]

Spoiler: The Froggy Ninja (click to show/hide)

As Dargove approaches the town, his expectations grow: he really looks forward for warm food, bed and drink. But as he reaches the gates, all his hopes are faded at once, for the gates are completely broke down. They look like they were shot with a 400mm howitizer (and due to deep trails on earth, they really was). As you enter the town, you wonder why there's no one at all in the streets. You make just two steps before you know the answer - an armed crowd seems to errupt from every hole of the deserted town. Most of them, however, are armed with improvised weapons, some have clubs and hayforks, a few have firearms. All pointed at you. They have a leader - it is a mature Elf, who wears uniform of the times of War of Last Mages, but armed with an engraved revolver pointed right between your eyes. His sight tells that he fought your ancestors and ready to fight with you. But it seems that he is not killing you right there because he is intrested to see one of your kind once more.
- What do you want here?

[The Froggy Ninja]

"OH SHIT! Guys guys, I'm just here on a quest for spiritual development.

[Comrade P.]

- Quest for... what? Who sent you?

[The Froggy Ninja]

"To be truthful I have been effectively banished from my homeland for twenty years. If I can be of help in any way i will. I know a bit more magic than most outside Dragonborn territories, and would be willing to teatch any of the Gifted if there are any in your city."

[Comrade P.]

The crowd shivers. Whispers you are able to hear are amazed questions if you are a real mage. You didn't convinced them, but definetly confused them. The only man holding gun straight is the old elf. He is now unsure to kill you.
- How did the War of Last Mages started?
That is basical history question you are able to answer. When you do,he asks you to follow him and goes somewhere up the street.

((Gonna be off for next 6-7 hours.))

[The Froggy Ninja]

I see no problem with that.

[Patrick Hunt]

" Uhm perhaps you should allow me to talk my friend, I share the blood of both Dragon and Elf. They may tolerate you but they will accept my presence. "