As your small party of adventurers rounds a bend in the road, you spot a man lying face-down in the mud underneath a small copse of trees. His blue robes are charred and foul with mud and muck and his bald head sports a fresh wound that has caked his face in dried blood. Nearby tracks reveal that he must have stumbled out from the woods across a nearby field where a thin stream of smoke or steam is just visible, twisting in the wind.
.... now what?
Just a teaser for a quick adventure i hope to be running soon. Funsies!
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I seach his pockets for loose change, then step over his body and go the opposite way from which he came. Don't want what happened to him to happen to me.
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