Post by Syd's Blue Sky (Retired!) on Jan 22, 2016 8:52:11 GMT -5
Come the morning after the battle, a small contingent of Purple Dragons, Royal Order Engineers and War Wizards disembark from the Western gate of Marsember. They cut a path inland to the Steelfields, still a scene of devastation and death.
Offers of assistance from various adventurers would meet with gratitude, but polite refusal. "Your generous offer is noted, but the Crown does not at this time seek joint efforts with regard to this matter."
Within the walls the common folk are hardly as reticent, and tavern tales run the standard length of conspiracy theory fodder. Mad gnomes to full on war with Thay, from the common rooms of fine inns, to the bedchambers of back alley brothels, rumors breed like rats.
Popular tales speak of an adventuring mage, a conspirator in the attack, apprehended by a gate guard shortly after the conclusion of the assault. Other gossip speaks of Sembian influence in the matter. One rumor in particular insists the witness of a peculiar short sailed schooner running the coast in the days preceding the attack. A Ship powered not merely by wind, but by also the belligerent belch of steam and magical discharge rising high into the mists of the Dragonmere.
Whatever the truth, there's one thing upon which all can agree. The gates stand.