Da Doofus
Veteran Geek
The Old World has forever been a bastion of the Empire’s eternal vanguard against encroaching darkness and terrors from beyond its borders. Most provinces have some sort of nuisance terrorizing the roads or forests; whether they be the twisted Beastmen, the bloodthirsty and brutal Greenskins, or the infectious blight of Chaos.
In recent months, word has spread of a growing Greenskin problem on the southern border near Averland. However, in the Moot; such things bear no weight.
The rolling hills and simple folk live their day to day lives in relative peace. Halflings dominate the population, but travelers often pass through for the local brews or in search of work. Maybe the occasional adventurer would pass through along the Old Dwarf Road, but such is not the case for one young man out of Stirland.
Lorenz Baumann rode along in his horse-driven wagon on his way to Eicheschatten. Ignorant of the world outside his home village, for the most part, the recent adolescent has left behind the cottages and fields of Stirland to the Mootland and beyond.
In recent months, word has spread of a growing Greenskin problem on the southern border near Averland. However, in the Moot; such things bear no weight.
The rolling hills and simple folk live their day to day lives in relative peace. Halflings dominate the population, but travelers often pass through for the local brews or in search of work. Maybe the occasional adventurer would pass through along the Old Dwarf Road, but such is not the case for one young man out of Stirland.
Lorenz Baumann rode along in his horse-driven wagon on his way to Eicheschatten. Ignorant of the world outside his home village, for the most part, the recent adolescent has left behind the cottages and fields of Stirland to the Mootland and beyond.