Location: The King's hunting lodge
The King’s hunting lodge reeks of roasted boar and nervous sweat. Heavy oak beams groan under the weight of flickering chandeliers as the feast grinds to a halt.
Hrolf: “stands atop the banquet table, his tunic stained with dark, arterial spray. He clutches a splintered hunting spear, his knuckles white with terror. Below him, two guards lie still upon the rushes.”
Ben: “stands near the hearth, fingers brushing the leather harness of his throwing axes.”
Ben (thinks): I came here for rumors of a golden shore, not to be a witness to a peasant's frantic murder spree. That spear is still dripping.
Hrolf: “screams, his eyes darting toward the heavy iron-bound doors.”
Hrolf: “You fools, you blind dogs, the Black Guild already paid the cook to poison the King's own cup.”
The lodge doors slam shut, the heavy bolt sliding home with a final, echoing thud. Outside, the rhythmic march of iron-shod boots signals that the perimeter has been sealed.
Hrolf: “drops the spear and lunges toward the hearth, looking at Ben with a desperate, wild plea for sanctuary.”
Ben (thinks): If I help him, the Guild hunts me. If I let them take him, I lose the only man who knows the island's map.
The story begins…
Active Quests
Character Sheet: Ben
ATTRIBUTES
Health
Agility
Strength
Reasoning
Willpower
Perception
SKILLS
Crafting
Medicine
Persuasion
Intimidation
Melee Combat
Ranged Combat
GIFTS
Keen Senses
Inventory
Throwing Axes
Treasure Map