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July 27, 2012, 3:12 pm

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Dead or Alive, Preferably Dead!


The havoc of war has left many rural communities lawless, the local authorities either slain or fleeing!

Recently a gang of bandits raided two small villages, stealing livestock and goods, even taking some of the womenfolk as hostages before fleeing into the local swamp.

The county officials have little time to deal with a comparatively minor matter, and so the PCs are deputised by the legal authority in the nearest city to hunt down the outlaws, rescue the hostages, and enact immediate justice on the criminals.

Travel in the Swamp is quite difficult, but finding the outlaws camp is not.

The problem is, they are all dead, and there is no sign of the hostages!

What happened to them, and does it have anything to do with the ruin the PCs see further ahead in the swamp?

Travelling to the ruin, the PCs discover an old crypt, broken open and a plain stone coffin, only recently opened!

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Voted Kassy
July 24, 2012, 19:32
I must confess, I do really like the idea, although the sub left me wanting more. Perhaps this can be expanded upon?

July 26, 2012, 9:59
Okay, Dr. Broken Record clears his throat...
This needs expanding upon. Lots of expanding upon. As it is, put it in as an idea, not a full submission. If thouroughly worked through, pimped up, made sexy and seasoned with some novel twists, it could be great. Make into a fully fledged adventure compendium, like you could buy in paperback back in the olden days, and I will applaud you. As it is, it really doesn´t do much for me.

July 26, 2012, 19:00
I see that as with my other submission, this is too short for the tastes of this site's members.

I will see what I can do, perhaps you would like to help me expand it?
July 27, 2012, 15:12
Update: Setting this to Draft - Viewable and adding MysticMoon as a co-author.

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Which way is he going?

       By: Murometz

Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle.

He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak.

His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest.

His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest.

Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.

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