Chapter 198 Springdawn part 1

Verse 1

This is the first part of something i did with some friends a couple of years ago that i thought i could share. I take all the blame for the writing.

The story is about a group of adventurers that are wandering about looking for monsters to slay and maidens to save. The tale starts in the village of Springdawn where they are staying at a small inn.
Any one who has played PnP RPG's might recognize the setup

Verse 2

The logfire in the large fireplace gives off a pleasant warmth that together with the smell of burning pine-resin make this evening almost bearable as you are all sitting at your usual table at the small country inn where you have been staying  for the last two weeks. A miserable two weeks at that!

Sure to tell the truth it was nice enough in the beginning. The food was a welcome change from travel-rations and the beer was cold and plentiful.

The thing that probably gnaw at you the most is the rain, the endless cold wet wet rain. It never stops, at night it might let up a little but it never stops.

Sure you could move on and march in the rain, gods only know that you have done it before. The problem is that the only bridge over the swollen river has been washed away and you have no real desire to turn back. Besides there is not much turn back to, the ruins you investigated on your way here were empty and even if you wanted to go back the gateway home is on the other side of the river.

All of you would readily admit that you have had  quite a pleasant journey so far the last month, pleasant up until now that is so and perhaps you had it coming. No luck lasts forever.

Not that there is anything really wrong with the inn or the small village in which it resides, even the surrounding countryside is beautiful, but you have seen all there is to see of it. Many times over.

There is not much to say about the inn that would surprise any one, it's a typical country inn with two stories made of wood and stone. One large common room with tables and benches that could comfortably hold fifty or so people and a long bar on  most of one side with a door leading to the kitchen. 
The second story hides nothing more than a number of bedrooms of which you are holding the keys to some.

Springdawn itself are one of those small villages that dot the lands everywhere. A couple of hundred villagers and farmers centered on a village common to which the inn is closest.

As you now sit around the table slowly inching closer to the fire you all wonder who it was that first suggested that a journey to Springdawn was a good idea. Not only had you not heard of it before, but is soon became apparent that it was also quite the hike to get there.

But as the culprit had said, Springdawn sure sounds nice!