Tag: Bandits
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Tales From The Campfire – Part 1
Found meself in some dark piss-smelling warehouse under Sylvan’s biggest manor. Me, Gerhard, and a few others waitin’ on a job we barely heard of this mornin’. Pay’s supposed to be decent. Still smells like a trap. Then in bounce two Harengons—aye, rabbit folk. Barely ever see one, now two show up like it’s a…
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4 – Sand, Sorcery, and Stupidity
Blasted sand! Gets in me boots, me beard, and places I’d rather not mention! Aye, I’ll not shed a tear leavin’ this forsaken shore. Shredder, the Tortle who found us camped out, is leadin’ us north through a sparse forest toward his camp at Galloway. As we march, we pry some more about this Nimfudge…