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Hello, Adventurers.
This is the story of four people living in the Iron Kingdoms who are about to make an interesting impact. How exactly this impact will be, is yet to be written. Thus, we move to the small village of Villenbrook, just a few kilometers north of the main Capital of Cygnar, on a Monday evening during an exemplary bad weather day. Honestly, it does not need to get much more bad to make it rain cats and dogs, but they would probably be blown away by the ice cold wind.
Luckily, the "Unsteady Aim" Tavern is built from solid stone and good windows, thus the inhabitants, among them the four adventurers, are enjoying quite a warm evening, mingle with the other guests, enjoying a drink or two and wait for something to happen.
Lucky for us, we do know that something will happen, otherwise we would not be there. But surely, none of the adventurers were aware that this was just the start of things to come. Cue the dramatic entrance..
It was warm and cuddly here in the Tavern, and the beer was fresh, not watered down yet cheap and the music was well performed. That was in stark contrast to the weather. So it was no wonder the tavern was filled to the brim with guests today who were less then willing to leave it not absolutely necessary. The only one who was not singing or drinking here seemed to be Theresa, the barmaid this evening. But she smiled, as the tips on such evenings are usually enough to make up for the hassle.
The good mood and loud singing was suddenly interrupted, as the door was opened suddenly, flooding the interior with cold air. With the loud sound of a thunder strike in the background a man entered the Tavern, wearing a soaking wet blue robe, a thick belt with a multitude of pockets and a enormous backpack on his back. The short brown hair clinched to his wet forehead and the brown eyes were barely visible due to the round pair of glasses that did not want to stay on his nose correctly. He looked around and in the silence that had set in he proclaimed:
"Hear me, are there any mercenaries present? I assure you this is a matter of up most importance. My Boss, Professor Pendrake disappeared not far from here when we were camping for the night and I am willing to pay three hundred Crowns, not nonnegotiable, to the first four willing to help me find him"
The silence prolonged. Professor Pendrake was not exactly unknown among the citizens of Immoren and usually his name produced a knowing nod in all the kingdoms. That's easily explained since he was an crown-payed explorer and author of the Monster Lexicon I and II, the world's best known lecture for all and everyone willing to know about the local (and not so local) monsters. What means he faced all and every thing that's usually trying to eat, bite, scratch, devour and haunt normal adventurers. And survived to write a book.
So..
A disappeared Pendrake could be very, very dangerous. It was clear that some of the mercenaries already used the little abacus in their brain to measure the ratio of risk versus winnings.
This is the story of four people living in the Iron Kingdoms who are about to make an interesting impact. How exactly this impact will be, is yet to be written. Thus, we move to the small village of Villenbrook, just a few kilometers north of the main Capital of Cygnar, on a Monday evening during an exemplary bad weather day. Honestly, it does not need to get much more bad to make it rain cats and dogs, but they would probably be blown away by the ice cold wind.
Luckily, the "Unsteady Aim" Tavern is built from solid stone and good windows, thus the inhabitants, among them the four adventurers, are enjoying quite a warm evening, mingle with the other guests, enjoying a drink or two and wait for something to happen.
Lucky for us, we do know that something will happen, otherwise we would not be there. But surely, none of the adventurers were aware that this was just the start of things to come. Cue the dramatic entrance..
It was warm and cuddly here in the Tavern, and the beer was fresh, not watered down yet cheap and the music was well performed. That was in stark contrast to the weather. So it was no wonder the tavern was filled to the brim with guests today who were less then willing to leave it not absolutely necessary. The only one who was not singing or drinking here seemed to be Theresa, the barmaid this evening. But she smiled, as the tips on such evenings are usually enough to make up for the hassle.
The good mood and loud singing was suddenly interrupted, as the door was opened suddenly, flooding the interior with cold air. With the loud sound of a thunder strike in the background a man entered the Tavern, wearing a soaking wet blue robe, a thick belt with a multitude of pockets and a enormous backpack on his back. The short brown hair clinched to his wet forehead and the brown eyes were barely visible due to the round pair of glasses that did not want to stay on his nose correctly. He looked around and in the silence that had set in he proclaimed:
"Hear me, are there any mercenaries present? I assure you this is a matter of up most importance. My Boss, Professor Pendrake disappeared not far from here when we were camping for the night and I am willing to pay three hundred Crowns, not nonnegotiable, to the first four willing to help me find him"
The silence prolonged. Professor Pendrake was not exactly unknown among the citizens of Immoren and usually his name produced a knowing nod in all the kingdoms. That's easily explained since he was an crown-payed explorer and author of the Monster Lexicon I and II, the world's best known lecture for all and everyone willing to know about the local (and not so local) monsters. What means he faced all and every thing that's usually trying to eat, bite, scratch, devour and haunt normal adventurers. And survived to write a book.
So..
A disappeared Pendrake could be very, very dangerous. It was clear that some of the mercenaries already used the little abacus in their brain to measure the ratio of risk versus winnings.
