A bloated corpse shows up downriver from a Taoist monastery. Brought to you by
the words bloat, corpse, redhead, Tao, monastery, murder, underwater treasure,
chains, Wuxia, and romance.
Will players provide their help to a man and his ward when it becomes obvious that they are the targets of a group of hired thugs?
Downsit, you, you and you! Story tell of Koboldi rise to Island King!
It starts on the horizon, creeping over the land. The storm clouds are huge. They fill the sky. They are moving this way; relentless like the tide, faster than they have a right to. They are dark, so dark to be nearly purple. The rain begins to fall near you. You hear it hit the ground. It hits like bullets. The wind gusts; getting in between a person and their warmth. There is thunder that deafens you. It rolls forth like a stampede. The lightning brings the suns brightness for a moment, before plunging you back into the dark.
"What do you do now?"
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The King is dead.
So who killed him?
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He sat there in shock, not believing what the Guard Captain said. It couldn’t be true. His sweet daughter would not be capable of killing the man she was to marry. He watched, helpless, as they took her away.
And then came the trial. Even as he heard the evidence against her, he refused to believe she could commit such a vile act. As the verdict came in, his world fell apart. It echoed in his ears, “Guilty, guilty, guilty”
The PCs have travelled long and far. As nightfall approaches a mighty storm is unleashed. Luckily there is a lush wood nearby the path.
A good shelter for the rage of the unnamed weather gods it seams at first. As the PCs enter under the roof of this dense wood, they are welcomed by only a few drops wich is allowed trough the thick forest crown. A fire is offcourse required to warm the weary bones of the travellers. As one of the party is set to the task of collecting firewood the others settle down at a suitable location. But alas, they did not know the perils of this forest. But it seems clear to the rest of the party that something ill is at work as the woodcutters scream echo from afar.