Late is the hour, dark the night. Clouds blanket out the moon and stars. A lone figure is seen slipping out of the forest and onto the main road leading into the village, in search of it's doctor.
The secret device behind the most feared corrosive substance to ever plague the mortal realms.
Have the PCs rping Orcs or Goblins or some other race that normally exists only as things to cut up with swords.
Ideas ( Plots ) | March 28, 2012 |