Fellowship of the Obsidian Shields
“Welcome to the Fellowship, friend.”
Before you lie rows of tables and benches, fireplaces blazing at intervals along each wall of a vast high vaulted room. Shadows dance across the beams of the roof and a hundred faces, each more unusual than the next. Seated about the tables are adventurers of all kinds; sturdy warriors, frail mages, lithe rangers and all manner of creatures unreal. A mighty minotaur dominates conversation, clad in heavy plate armour. An elusive shardmind shifts between groups, seeking information.
Outside the grand oak doors stands the sprawling metropolis of Paskudny, it’s fortress-palace looming over the city. The slum districts home to countless ruffians and the noble districts contain limitless intrigue. Opportunity and gold awaits those willing to bet their lives.