August 3, 413
In the weeks that followed the Duke's victory, several adventuring teams struck out into the Howling Woods, hoping to find remnants of camps or perhaps valuables that went unlooted by the ducal forces. On this day, only two adventuring groups returned on their own accord and not via the healer's guild circle. Purple and teal tabards were visible as the sanctioned adventuring team known as Pride & Glory made their way back to town. Many scrapes and bumps were visible and instead of returning to the tavern, they went straight to the magistrate's office, where another adventuring team was already assembled. They were the team known as Fame & Fortune, with their green and black tabards, they too sought out not the tavern, but the magistrate, in an effort to give warning of what they encountered in the Howling Woods. It was the Legion of Dargok. The earlier strikes had been hit squads, not the crux of the Legions forces. Dargok was again amassing his forces and it looked like it was one giant war camp this time, of all the assembled and varying races among his ranks. As I write this, the Duke's forces are being assembled, weapons are being distributed, and food is being amassed. If you are of sound mind and body, please make your way to a recruiting area to receive arms.
In the weeks that followed the Duke's victory, several adventuring teams struck out into the Howling Woods, hoping to find remnants of camps or perhaps valuables that went unlooted by the ducal forces. On this day, only two adventuring groups returned on their own accord and not via the healer's guild circle. Purple and teal tabards were visible as the sanctioned adventuring team known as Pride & Glory made their way back to town. Many scrapes and bumps were visible and instead of returning to the tavern, they went straight to the magistrate's office, where another adventuring team was already assembled. They were the team known as Fame & Fortune, with their green and black tabards, they too sought out not the tavern, but the magistrate, in an effort to give warning of what they encountered in the Howling Woods. It was the Legion of Dargok. The earlier strikes had been hit squads, not the crux of the Legions forces. Dargok was again amassing his forces and it looked like it was one giant war camp this time, of all the assembled and varying races among his ranks. As I write this, the Duke's forces are being assembled, weapons are being distributed, and food is being amassed. If you are of sound mind and body, please make your way to a recruiting area to receive arms.