Demons-n-Angels

    There was a palpable feeling of excitement in the air as the mid-morning sun shined over Blackport.  A cool, crisp wind blew in from the south, bringing with it the salty smell of the Sea of Stones.   Colorful banners of a dozen different petty nobles and merchant houses fluttered from the high towers, and scores more hung from every building.   The entire city was caught up in a festive mood, for the Baron had declared a free market day.  Merchants from all corners of Pangea cluttered the streets, hawking their wares to passerby, selling everything from fine silks to meat pies.  City dwellers mingled with farmers and country folk as c...