04-07-2016, 06:36 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-27-2018, 12:10 AM by Magikeeper.)
Stop me if you've heard this one. A guard, a fey warrior, a crocodile and an amnesiac walked into a bar. Some of them came there intentionally while others stumbled in by chance, they all left with the same purpose.
The group of warriors and brawlers had been brought together to help out the refugees of a town who had been displaced by a group of bandits from Tiburon who called themselves the Crimson Murder. To this end they had convinced a trader in a neighbouring town to cart them at least part of the way in his wagon. It was a cramped little thing, usually meant for carrying many smaller items on its built in shelves rather than accommodating four armed strangers, but seemed to be doing the job.
They rolled in the direction of Maroo, a town famed for its brilliant red dye and recently taken over by their quarry. The plan was fairly simple: stop nearby the town, cut off their morning water run and hopefully catch the Murder in a lessened state after a night of partying.
The group of warriors and brawlers had been brought together to help out the refugees of a town who had been displaced by a group of bandits from Tiburon who called themselves the Crimson Murder. To this end they had convinced a trader in a neighbouring town to cart them at least part of the way in his wagon. It was a cramped little thing, usually meant for carrying many smaller items on its built in shelves rather than accommodating four armed strangers, but seemed to be doing the job.
They rolled in the direction of Maroo, a town famed for its brilliant red dye and recently taken over by their quarry. The plan was fairly simple: stop nearby the town, cut off their morning water run and hopefully catch the Murder in a lessened state after a night of partying.