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Silverwharf is a Syndesian coastal port town, harboured on the edge of Blackwater Pass. Once a wealthy port, the town has found itself on the decline in recent years, though the population sits healthy at around 7,000. Built amongst the towering trees of Wolfrock Woods in the shadow of the Kamtara Mountains, the port is a strategic vantage and an architectural curiosity.

Trade from the mountains has been important throughout the port’s existence, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs as the vast majority of buildings mimic the broad slopes and steep peeks of the hills. Known for its export of valuable resources, Silverwharf earned its name from both the export of precious minerals and its production of silver swords. The port town has a healthy economy, which is mainly supported by armorsmithing and blacksmithing. However, the town is a hotbed for villainous activity and its underbelly is infamous as many pirates have called the port home over the last few centuries.

Caught between two counties the port has found itself conquered numerous times. What was once a sleepy port town has grown into a culture of variety, and the goods sold in the many market stalls are just as likely to be sold by humans and Arborean beasts alike. It’s this multicultural identity that has truly left its mark - Silverwharf is one of the few Syndesian towns that openly welcomes Arborean travellers and merchants. It is because of this that many mercenary groups use the town as a valuable recruitment location. For those with a strong arm looking for steady work, Silverwharf is often the first port eager adventurers call to.

Silverwharf will be a town built in Fractured when the game launches. It will be a home to roleplayers. However, if you would like to visit the town while we wait for release - join us over at the Silverwharf Fractured Roleplay Discord.

Hi all, I have set up a new discord for us to group together. You can find it here https://discord.gg/WfRC6Zk

We all learned a lot of lessons, and I'm really stricken by how many of you are still interested in continuing this fun experience. I'm going to need help, as I tried to do too much on my own before. Join me in the discord and we all discuss the best way forward

Hi all,

Would people like to see this revived/restarted? I had to take care of a few things in life and sadly just couldn't keep up with the workload. Things are a bit quieter now though, what do you all think?

The tangle of wood feels heavy in Ixuo’s paw. Arborean energy flows through it. The Chadra nods respectfully towards the Udoadra herbalist

Shielding his eyes from the smoke, Ixuo places the wood by the side of the fire and waits for the others to do the same. The embers begin to settle and the flame appears to take on a purple hue.

“I feel a chill in my bones, young one,” Ixuo says to Mimi. “This place is cursed.”

A cold wind passes through and the fire erupts in a bright green flash. Embers crackle around the pit and the flame dances brightly in the dark. Insects crackle and birds coo, but Jaso’s tune is comforting. Through the canopy of trees, the moon is full and bright, the air thick with the smell of woodland and burning logs. Ixuo’s eyes water as the smoke from the fire pit glides towards him.

Ixuo glances at the statues. From the corner of his eye, he's sure one of them moved.

(I am currently away for the weekend, please continue and I will reply when soon.)

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The caravan has travelled for a day and finally darkness has washed over the travelers. It will soon be time for them to make camp for the first time. The caravan’s master Seryn searches the starless night sky for clues to their whereabouts as the wagon skirt through a winding road. They have taken a detour to avoid the forest that claimed the previous escort company. Seryn has only a lantern to illuminate the way forward and she requests Ixuo to sound his horn to signal for the travelers to stop and rest.

“Ouweayoo!” Seryn calls out and the caravan rolls to a stop. They find themselves in a luscious plot of grass enclosed by flourishing hedges and flower bushes. Further inspection with lit torches reveals a fountain which stands near the back of the garden. The rows of flowers are in need of some care and love, but look great nonetheless; they're like a cloud of color. A path of stone twists around the garden. Vines and roots slightly disrupt the pristine look as they hungrily search for even more pieces of land to expand to.

It appears abandoned, yet is in remarkably well kept condition. There are strange statues of humans with unnatural postures dotted around. They look afraid. A few of the travelers remark that they feel strange upon arriving and otherworldly sounds pierce through the dark. Still, this seems like a safe place to park the caravan for the night and a fire pit is lit. Travelers revel in the opportunity to rest.

Jaso, a pilgrim who had joined the caravan at Kuasrine, brandishes a flute and begins to play a tune. Ixuo looks uncomfortable, but finds himself drawn to the fire and busies himself with keeping it lit. Pharud the cook presents various meats to cook on the open fire while Malyvern presents one of his crates with a jingle of bottles for everyone to enjoy. There are whispers in the wind as the night draws in.

“We will have to take care if we are to travel through goblin territory,” Irumac says to Glim, "but I agree. I will let the caravan master know of your recommendation.”

"That mage just lit us up to everything within mile," Ixuo says to Glim.

The beast-kin are in formation around the perimeter of the caravan. Irumac approaches, his hair is greasy and matted, his clothes well-worn and he is clutching a tattered map.

"Beastman," says the guide pointedly to Glim. "I seek your opinion. We will be approaching the mountains in a few days time and there a number of routes to consider. The high pass will allow us to pass through in a matter of days, but is extremely treacherous. The low pass however is populated by the Erzumak tribe of goblins. How would you like to proceed?"

Welcome @regalseagull. I feel like Fractured shares some similarities with games like Star Wars Galaxies, what do you think?

Welcome to Fractured @kingexodus!

Seryn smiles sincerely. “I’m glad we have professionals this time. You’ll want to speak with our guide Irumac about the route, there are a couple’a bottlenecks along the way. Our hunter Gori can help you with bows, and he knows the terrain extremely well.” She dusts her hands, and pulls out a small bottle of whiskey to calm her nerves.

“That should be it,” Seryn says and bids a farewell wave to the beast-kin. She climbs on top of the foremost carriage and stands next to Imri who is sitting at the front holding the horses’ reins.

“Owayou!” shouts Seryn as she hoists the long red flag above the caravan bearing the insignia of the Rhila Trading Company. She rallies the men and cries out,
“And we’re off to-!”

BANG.

She’s cut short by a sudden thunder of explosions.

Bang. Bang. BANG BANG.

All eyes are on the sky as explosions rip upwards and blast into giant cylindrical fragments of various colours. They whizz and pop, flit, hurtle, whirl and whoosh into the air with deafening cannon-fire like sounds.

The horses are startled and Imri rushes to calm them, but not before they gallop a few feet away.
“What the hell-” Seryn shouts, angrily.

At the far back, there are cries and shouts as Malyvern rushes down the column towards the Beast-kin. The fireworks continue to pop and clap and the caravan crew scramble to secure the animals.

“Damn,” says Malyvern, clutching his collar in embarrassment. “They weren’t supposed to go off until we reached Avermore.”

The pops and bangs die down, and Seryn re-announces that the caravan is away. She casts an angry glare at the mage. Malyvern moves to walk with Mimi and Telwath as the mercenaries file around the perimeter. Ixuo and Glim are at the front, Phargought is at the back as per Glim's instruction. Ixuo sounds off with his horn as the carriages begin to move.

The carriages and wagons of the Rhila file off and depart from Kuasrine, they are heading west towards the Frigid mountains.

[Feel free to pick a card and decide its outcome. Let your imagination run wild!]

Malyvern beckons for the Erwydra mage and shadow demon to join him in the game.
"Sure. There's no spectating in this game though, I'm afraid. Pick a card and we will see what happens."

Malyvern motions to the Erwydran mage to take a seat with the others around the table and winks knowingly.

"My apologies," Malyvern says to Emma, "the crows are the worst of it... I think."

"Ah, well..." Malyvern stumbles, "I don't believe I remember what each card's consequences would be." His face looks almost like worry, but also excitement. "As the game has begun and the flame above the candle has been lit, we will need to see it through until its completion or we risk bringing even worse to this tavern."

Malyvern conjures a bright spark, a globe of light to keep the crows at bay and avoid them picking away at the cards.
"I believe it is your turn, Azhidal," he says, "though be careful, I cannot warn you of the cards and their intentions. Perhap Valek is on to something, though we should tread carefully."

Ixuo bids farewell to Cronykil. “It’s good for us all to stick together in a place like this,” he says to Glim. “This planet is more unforgiving than I imagined. And it’s not just the vermin, but the humans too." He looks dismissively at the crew of the Rhila, Seryn in particular. "‘Don’t do this, don’t kill that’, will it be like this all the way to Avermore?”

Imri, the caravan’s animal handler yells out to the Beast-kin as she approaches on top of one of the draft horses.
“Hey there, looks like you could use a hand," she says with a smile and throws a rope to the Chadra. “Attach it to the wagon, I'll pull it to the back over by the crew and the rest of your friends.”

Ixuo accepts the offer with a shrug. Didn’t feel like carting that thing over there by myself, he thinks. He nods appreciatively and attaches the rope to the wagon.

“Looks pretty beat up but she’ll make it,” Imri says with a wink.

“Imri!” shouts Seryn, who appears from the noise and commotion with a hammer in her hand. “Once you’re done with that bring the horses to a starting position. We’re just about ready to leave.”

“Aye aye,” says Imri and she gallops away with a wave and the wagon in tow.

Seryn approaches Glim and Ixuo with a smile.
“Few know the true Imri,” she says, “but she’s a charismatic and generous girl. Loyal to a fault. Don’t get me wrong, she can be difficult at times, ‘specially if you get in the way of her animals but I know I can count on her.”

She pauses for a moment and momentarily seems to lose focus.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” she says. Seryn shakes her head and removes one of her gloves to greet Glim. “Seryn. I’m making sure this hunk a’ junk don’t break down ‘till we get to Avermore. Ruve mentioned we’d be having Beastmen guard us. Can’t say I’m not relieved, the last lot he hired got all chewed up, lost some of the goods as we made it out."

"Just so long as you stick to my rules,” she warns and eyes Ixuo before turning to Glim. “Talk me through how you and your men will keep us safe out there, it’s a large perimeter to cover. Families are near the back, food’s up front where I can keep an eye on it.”

"I simply wanted to gather you and the others around the table," Malyvern smiles to Azhidal, "and now we're all here. How about we begin?"

The flame resting above the pint glass in the middle of the round table begins to glow brightly. Malyvern takes the first card from the circle he has arranged and holds it up for everyone to see.

"Queen of hearts," he announces, with a relieved sigh. "This shouldn't be too much of a problem but -"

Malyvern is interrupted by a loud crash. Crows fill the tavern and fly about the room in a swarm. Drinks are spilled and the tavern's patrons scream.

"Ah, wait. I did mention that drawing these cards has real consequences, surely?"

While browsing Kickstarter (preparing myself for Fractured's own campaign later in the month), I came across a board game called Triumvene and I believe it might interest people here.

It appears to share a few similarities to Fractured, but as a board game it shouldn't impact Fractured. The developers say the core book will be available from as early as July so it could be something to tide us over until Fractured releases.

Also, the Elder Scrolls 6 was announced last night

Ixuo had been busying himself with the wagon as Cronykil approached. He motions to Dot and Spot to lend their assistance and gestures to the arriving Nheedra with a welcoming wave. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the chadra approaches Glim and Cronykil with a tired look.
“We’ll get that wagon moved as soon as possible boss,” he says to Glim, shaking his head. His voice growls deeply as he talks.

Ixuo nods earnestly to Cronykil.
"Welcome friend, I trust the journey from Arboreus wasn't too treacherous."

Welcome, Jimb!