It was a hot and humid afternoon when we left behind the slow flowing, foul smelling river and entered Rhukaan Draal. The city was massive. First we made our way through the "outer city" of tents and mud huts. The streets were narrow and crowded. All the goblins and hobgoblins we met coming the other way assumed that they had right-of-way and, apart from War-Forged, we all had our share of bruises from being barged past before too long.
After about five minutes of this we reached a stone archway that divided the shantytown from the original, pre-Darguun city. A pair of heavily set Bugbears wearing what I took to be the armour of the city watch barred the way through. I couldn't help but notice the layers, fresh upon old, of bloodstains that covered the heads of their morning stars. Neither it seemed could the flies who buzzed lazily between the weapons and the Bugbears heads.
Our travel papers seemed to satisfy them, or perhaps gave them no excuse to use their morning stars on us, and we were waved through with a gruff "no trouble".
The streets of the inner city were just as chaotic as the outer. Everywhere I looked there unfriendly faces. Our passing stirred a stream of muttered comments that, if I could have understood their tongue, I suspect would all have been insults.
Our destination lay within the shadow of the Bloody Tower and luckily it seemed that all roads led that way. The tower itself was very impressive, its height didn't rival the
After about five minutes of this we reached a stone archway that divided the shantytown from the original, pre-Darguun city. A pair of heavily set Bugbears wearing what I took to be the armour of the city watch barred the way through. I couldn't help but notice the layers, fresh upon old, of bloodstains that covered the heads of their morning stars. Neither it seemed could the flies who buzzed lazily between the weapons and the Bugbears heads.
Our travel papers seemed to satisfy them, or perhaps gave them no excuse to use their morning stars on us, and we were waved through with a gruff "no trouble".
The streets of the inner city were just as chaotic as the outer. Everywhere I looked there unfriendly faces. Our passing stirred a stream of muttered comments that, if I could have understood their tongue, I suspect would all have been insults.
Our destination lay within the shadow of the Bloody Tower and luckily it seemed that all roads led that way. The tower itself was very impressive, its height didn't rival the
