>>5322690>From where were you sent, and how far did you have to travel to get here?>What was your mission?>Who sent you?>Will there be other parties following yours?The human, Nigel, is from the farming villages to the east of the Paladin King’s realm, close to the so-called ‘Silverwood’ of the elves. There, he met the half-elf range, Alhomin, and the late Armod, a warrior fresh from campaign in the Goblin Wastes and Orcwilds.
Their mission? Well… Get rich, or die trying, a you understand it. They really are nobodies—a small, independent band of soldiers-of-fortune an treasure-seekers, itinerants and chasers of fame and fortune. They came seeking abandoned human and dwarf riches, maybe some of the old, fabled dragon-gold, and a story of derring-do that they could tell again and again to impress bar-wenches all over this spottily-populated patch of surface. Suffice it to say, nobody ‘sent’ them, though in his pleading for his life, Nigel laments ever having allowed the words of Redwell’s criers to penetrate his heart and lure him here, with tales of savage-but-simple kobolds to slay.
As with Alhomin before him, this Nigel confirms that more parties are likely to heed those same criers, and come to do the baron’s dirty-work for nary a penny of his purse—just the promise of taking which you and your new vassals have amassed here.
Finally, the dirty work of interrogating the warrior is gone. He is sent to join his fellow in their too-small kobold-cages, to think about their failures and foolishness. In the days to come, you may yet call upon them again. Failing that, they’ll serve your will in the mines or in the hills, as you see fit. They’ve seen twice now what happens to any—even fellow reptiles—who rebel.
