Jun 4, 2018 3:02 pm
The village of Tar is no spectacular thing. It sits comfortably on the Goddess Tears River with nice little stone-and-wood houses, a small bridge, a three rooms inn for traveling messengers and barely sixty souls.There is nothing but rocky cliffs in sight to the east and lifeless expenses to the west. It takes half a day to walk up the valley and then you can see it: the Spinecord Mountain Range, so massive that no one would even try to go over it. Stories from the old times talk about dwarven cities that carved the mountains to find and exploit ore veins that only them knew how to find. But those are stories, and no one alive have seen or heard of such cities being anything else than folktales: the region is poor and lives from stone cutting used to build marvelous places that none of them will ever see. And that’s fine. At least, they have the peace and calm of almost untamed nature.
Until two days ago. Because that is what you’ve heard about the place. But when you arrived in Tar the villagers were in such panic that you thought that was on ongoing attack of some kind. You got some information out of your investigation.
Something happened as the sun was barely set and daylight fell. People were attacked in their house and taken. Eight of them were missing, five kids and three adults. The only person who saw and chased the raiders was killed, and his last words were: "Walking nightmares… Find them before they settle... this land is doomed if they do."
Two houses were attacked, the doors busted outward, every human taken and the only tamed wolf had his head… well, teared off or devoured. Whatever. The screams woke the neighbours that searched in the dark to discover the agonizing man.
He had three deep wounds that looked like they had been caused by some kind of war pike: straight, deep, not too large and "clean" cuts. He also had one of its legs broken. The poor man bled out alone in the night with his wife and two kids taken what who knows what…
Those of you who were in the village have been hired by the Old Lady to follow whatever lead was left, discover the raiders hideout and bring the captured people home. During this time, she will gather as much as she can for payment, with an assured minimum of her personal saving: 119 Gold Pieces and a gem necklace worth 20 or 25.
Until two days ago. Because that is what you’ve heard about the place. But when you arrived in Tar the villagers were in such panic that you thought that was on ongoing attack of some kind. You got some information out of your investigation.
Something happened as the sun was barely set and daylight fell. People were attacked in their house and taken. Eight of them were missing, five kids and three adults. The only person who saw and chased the raiders was killed, and his last words were: "Walking nightmares… Find them before they settle... this land is doomed if they do."
Two houses were attacked, the doors busted outward, every human taken and the only tamed wolf had his head… well, teared off or devoured. Whatever. The screams woke the neighbours that searched in the dark to discover the agonizing man.
He had three deep wounds that looked like they had been caused by some kind of war pike: straight, deep, not too large and "clean" cuts. He also had one of its legs broken. The poor man bled out alone in the night with his wife and two kids taken what who knows what…
Those of you who were in the village have been hired by the Old Lady to follow whatever lead was left, discover the raiders hideout and bring the captured people home. During this time, she will gather as much as she can for payment, with an assured minimum of her personal saving: 119 Gold Pieces and a gem necklace worth 20 or 25.
