[Log] West Haven

[thequestgiver]

Characters: All on the road to West Haven
Open? Yep
Where: Starting at the gate of Schwanheim, on the way to and in West Haven
When: The 5th of Rebirth's Height


It was a clear morning, a touch warmer than the previous days, a sign that Rebirth was progressing along. For the more superstitious of Schwanheim's residents, it seemed a good omen for the heroes' journey to the unfortunate town of West Haven. Of course with how the weather of Rebirth ran, it might be pouring rain by the time they left the gates but that was Rebirth for ya.

[[OoC: this log will be split into 3 parts/sub threads. You don't have to tag the preparations or travel threads to arrive at West Haven.]]

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Morning: Gathering and heading out

[thequestgiver]

Waiting for the summoned heroes at the gates was a cluster of city residents and royal servants. Supplies, ranging from horses to carefully packed lunches were waiting as were a small gaggle of teenaged girls hovering near the edge, hoping to catch a glimpse of some of the more tantalizing of the male heroes so they could swoon like proper maidens.

On the Road

[thequestgiver]

The road to West Haven wasn't especially long, but it wasn't especially short either, and the long stretches of barely touched countryside between Schwanheim and the village were rather lack luster.

However, it wasn't too long before there was a sign.



And a short while later, another.



[[OoC: Use this for any complaining about the road or random encounters!]]

West Haven

[thequestgiver]

There was an almost unsavory aura as the group approached the ill fated village, the horses becoming more and more reluctant until only the more experienced riders could urge them onward. A thin wisp of curling smoke snaked out wards along the cobblestone roads, brushing by the gray brown weeds that had clawed up from the gaps between them.

It wasn't an especially large village, a few well tended cottages, a small store with its faded sign and weathered siding, a tall spindly church with towers trying to reach the sky, an inn with an open door, empty water troughs next to an abandoned stable and a well almost perfectly in the center with an empty bucket laying on it's side next to it, as abandoned as the rest of the town.

There were no signs of life anywhere, even the birds seemed to be avoiding the area, only the periodic faint "caw" of a distant crow and the creak of the a sign's weathered chains as the wind swung it back and forth given any sound at all. The thin grey smoke that had welcomed the heroes to West Haven also curled around the edges of the buildings, faint and wispy, but stubborn against the wind.