A long journey can be quite lonely when you are with people you don’t like who those who don’t like you and for the caravaner this is even truer. There is safety in befriending those you travel with even if they are paid in protecting you as accidents are a frequent occurrence in the line of bodyguarding. However these ‘accidents’ are less likely to occur if the person guarding you likes you. So on that note tonight we meet Sal, the friendly caravan driver journeying with the party this adventure.
So let’s grab a coffee, sit back and roll into tonight’s adventure!
The Caravaner
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Gathering around one of the many campfires Sal laughed and drank deeply from the Tankard she had poured herself. The Princess had brought with her several vast kegs of ale and had opened them when they stopped. The guards who were not on duty were guarding the princesses wagon, which no one had seen her yet as she remained inside her wagon.
As Sal laughed and joked with the guards several of them attempted and failed to flirt with her as she gently, generally with humour, declined their advances. A few stern looks from the caravan captains made the men move on quickly enough if they didn’t get the message. As the night went on and the feasting died down the party returned to their tents and bedrolls and soon only the occasional noise from the guards could be heard.
Sometime in the early morning the party woke to complete silence. Positioned not far from the princesses wagon – and thus the guards this was an abnormality from the previous few nights. But there was a feeling of wrongness that crept through the camp and across the tent as if the air itself was trying to retreat further away from some unseen miasma.
Leaving their tent and bedrolls the party looked around the camp to find that not only the camp fires had been extinguished – many with guards passed out where they sat the night before but the torches and braziers had been too. Moving swiftly through the camp after drawing and donning their arms and armour they discovered on the other side of the wagon a bloody battlefield. Bodies lay strewn about the grass and chopped up soil. Humanoids in dark leathers and clothes littered the dead guardsmen who had died in a circle in front of the princesses wagon – which stood there with its heavy set doors ripped open.
Soon people who woke in the wake of the party moving through the camp joined them and the cries of alarm drifted through the camp. Guards raced from tents, wagons and where they fell the night before to begin lighting torches and forming a perimeter as they investigated the invaded wagon. Clothing lay strewn about the floor of the wagon where cupboards had been ripped open. A small secret compartment lay chopped into and a chest lay half full of gold and jewels lay cascading down from a padded seat.
The princess was nowhere to be found.
Thanks for joining me tonight and exploring what, could and should be, a familiar scene for many of us. But maybe not and tomorrow night we will investigate further what this weeks holds in store for us. So don’t forget to come back each day this week and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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