Act 1 - Chapter 1
Location: The Wastes
Story Points
PCs: 5
GM: 2
Location: The Wastes
Story Points
PCs: 5
GM: 2
And it was a curious thing that a strange few wanderers had found it at all. They had all made pilgrimage to this place, not even truly knowing why. They might have heard a rumor at a dive in whatever settlement they hailed from, or perhaps they answered the odd tugging at their chest that told them to follow. But for whatever reason, these disparate souls had managed to converge at this most unlikely of spots, and were steadily making way towards the only shelter to be had on this blighted plain.
As they approached they began to see another detail of the mound laid out beside it. A ragged tarp had been erected against the mound and fashioned into a shade, and beneath it was a figure wrapped in fraying sackcloth. He sat huddled in his rags, cross legged and clutching a gnarled wooden staff between his bony hands. What remained of his hair was wild and unkempt, falling about his shoulders in long, wispy strands. His skin was sallow and sagged about his face like old cloth. Yet there was a fading alertness to his one good eye, the one without the raking scar across it, that twinkled with acknowledgement as he saw the ragtag group approach him. His face crinkled into a smile that revealed the scant few teeth he had left in his head. His arms shook as he lowered his staff into his lap and looked up at the individuals who graced his vision. He spoke with a raspy voice that marked his age, his experience, and likely a lifelong habit of chewing thornweed.
"Weeell now, wot a sight be this. Le's take a look at'cha, eh?"
GM Note: Players, please introduce your characters as they come face-to-face with the mysterious force that has unknowingly drawn them together on this blasted frontier.
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