Oct 1, 2019 1:59 pm
Each of you has come to the small town of Saltmarsh for your own reaons, but above all, a mystery beckons. Talgris the alchemist lived a hermit's life, with few visitors and fewer friends. But a young messenger once emerged from the house with a story of a grand library containing countless tomes. Retellings of the messenger's tale have varied over the years, with the most popular versions suggesting that the alchemist had discovered a method of transforming base metals into gold. Even if this should prove to be untrue, it might be worth a look to see the library (and perhaps some of the books would be worth money).
Saltmarsh's roughly five thousand residents are predominantly human, with the dwarven mining contingent of about two hundred workers the largest non-human faction in town. Elves and halflings draw no special notice since the Silverstand hosts a wood elf enclave and a few halfling villages are tucked in the hills around town. Half-orcs, deep gnomes, and other rarified beings draw suspicion and fearful glances.
As you approach the town's main gate, the guards hail you. "Well met. State your name and your business." A scribe stands by to record the information.
Map of Saltmarsh You are at 1.
Saltmarsh's roughly five thousand residents are predominantly human, with the dwarven mining contingent of about two hundred workers the largest non-human faction in town. Elves and halflings draw no special notice since the Silverstand hosts a wood elf enclave and a few halfling villages are tucked in the hills around town. Half-orcs, deep gnomes, and other rarified beings draw suspicion and fearful glances.
As you approach the town's main gate, the guards hail you. "Well met. State your name and your business." A scribe stands by to record the information.
Map of Saltmarsh You are at 1.