Frontier
Haunted
Poor prices
Final Roll Call
the fort canteen where the garrison still answers
The canteen sits inside the ruined outer wall of an abandoned frontier redoubt. Lantern light fights with fog that creeps in from the trench; every table is scarred with initials and tally marks. The air smells of boiled stew and gun oil; faintly under that is the metallic tang of old blood. Voices rise in half-remembered cadence when the wind shifts—snatches of roll call, an absent corporal's cough—and patrons glance toward the wall-mounted brass tablet as if expecting a missing name to answer back. Wooden benches groan like tired bunkbeds; a low iron stove breathes warmth into a room that refuses to believe the war is over.
A weathered iron plaque hangs over the door: a bugle carved in low relief, green patina in its creases; no words, only a single drilled hole where a rivet once held a brass nameplate.
Magdun Havel
human
Manner
Quirk
Stats
Bugler's Swill
4 cpA bitter mix of dark ale and a slug of rum served in an iron cup; veterans say it sharpens the memory of orders and eases the sleep between watches. One mug steadies hands; two leaves a lingering taste of brass and the sensation of being watched by unseen sentries.
Poor (5e lifestyle: about 2 sp a day)
Greta Sunhook · cook
A former supply sergeant who stretches beans into meals and knows the map of every foraging route within ten miles.
Ivor Kest · barmaid
Loud-voiced, square-shouldered, and quick with a mug—he takes coin without questions and will slide a secret across the counter for the right price.
Sergeant Jor Mend
An amputee veteran who claims he once led the midnight patrol that held the line at Hollow Ford and wants his old squad's ledger recovered from the guardroom.
Tess of Broken Pike
A caravan scout who sleeps with a folding crowbar and is hunting a map that shows a hidden supply shaft under the redoubt.
Molly Reed
A nervous clerk who reads the brass tablet every night and insists one name is scratched out recently by human hands.
1
Corporal Derren's bugle — an officer buried beneath the south tower left a brass bugle that still plays when wind runs through its bell; some say it calls the dead.
2
The Guardroom Ledger — a bound ledger with names and pay records was hidden in a bricked nook under the mess hall after the last muster and contains a penciled note leading to 'the lost ration cache'.
3
The Hollow Ford sentry post — Tess swears there is a collapsed tunnel under the ford that opens into a sealed storeroom; the last man who entered never returned and his watch key is now missing.
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