After nearly two weeks of long travel, Half, Half, & Half sighted the old city atop the rock. Rising from the bank of The Roan, Fortune’s Telling sat as if watching everything in the valley and on the river. The small port just outside the city gate was busy with activity as ships docked and shoved off, sea bound. After miles of farm country, the sight of the city taking up the southern horizon was a welcome sight.
A great wall surrounded the city buildings and only one gate controlled the traffic into and out of the city. One great road, properly paved after the bridge over the river, led into the city as if a tribute to the great river flowing below. Once inside the walls, the group found an inn, The Stag, which had a stable for their horses. They had a few days to kill before the night detailed on the note arrived and they would have to face the Cult of Vecna, so they sought work. One the road to Fortune’s Telling, the group had found themselves lacking money for Thelen’s night with a succubus had come back to haunt him. They were camped along a drop-off to a river far below in the pass between the two halves of the Irix Mountains when he seemed to appear from nowhere. A man with horns and a tail, possibly a tielfing, came into camp one morning, asking after Thelen. He produced a receipt for the time spent with the succubus which totaled to 800 gold and reported that in a few days time he would return to collect the debt, one way or another, then departed. The group scraped together what they had which fell short, potentially putting Thelen’s life, if not the group’s lives, in danger. In a moment of clarity and perhaps divine intervention, Niorah recalled a map that Gertrude had left for her several months ago when they parted. On it, Gertrude had written that she left something for Niorah at a hidden location that would be revealed at dawn in a particular spot. Niorah was able to find the spot, not too far from where they had camped and apparently found an inheritance or nest egg of sorts. Luckily for the group, this amounted to 600 gold pieces, more than half what was asked by the succubus’ pimp. Therefore, when they reached Fortune’s Telling, the group was interested in a time-killer rather than a payday.
The inn-keep, a half-orc known as Amaraetha, pointed them into the direction of The Adventurer’s Guild where she knew a few of the members. As the group explored the city, they took in all the sights and sounds: the white alabaster buildings with red roofs that was the theme of the city, the stone paved roads, the guards wearing shining armor and black cloth, and of course the castle at the top of the cliff. Eventually, the group made it to the Adventurer’s Guildhouse and was granted an audience with the Guildmaster Ferrius, a huge fat man with greying hair and a bushy beard.