Post by magus on Aug 25, 2009 7:25:44 GMT 1
What began a travelers' stopover has grown into a veritable 'boom town' of caravans and commerce. Menagassi is a trade outpost governed by the universal language of coin. Like all such places, profit is sacred and loss is sacrilege.
As one would expect, Menagassi has collected its share of wild stories and superstitious quirks. After all, the world is wide and the trail travels far -- surely there are things that will be met along the way. But it is peculiar when some of those stories steadily reoccur in frequency. Missing cargo, damaged wagons, or worse, the loss of one's valued possessions...those are the pieces to a trader's nightmare. Almost as terrifying as bandits. Yet so skillful, so silent, the thefts occur soundless, sightless, and without trace.
Travelers speak of strange noises in the night along the road. The sound of falling debris, soft chittering, or the unnatural silence. Darts of firelight when the embers have long since burned down into the ash. There are those who claim they feel eyes upon them, that the very stones themselves walk. Creatures that disappear and reappear without warning. All tales that are passed from caravan to caravan.
The Council is offering a reward for any who bring forward credible proof or otherwise eliminate the problem. Any adventurer willing to investigate is welcome to the task. Of the many stories that circulate, many point to the Pershing Pass as the point of origin.
Well here's your trailer for coming attractions! Enjoy and don't get too distracted now -- wouldn't want to get eaten by something...
As one would expect, Menagassi has collected its share of wild stories and superstitious quirks. After all, the world is wide and the trail travels far -- surely there are things that will be met along the way. But it is peculiar when some of those stories steadily reoccur in frequency. Missing cargo, damaged wagons, or worse, the loss of one's valued possessions...those are the pieces to a trader's nightmare. Almost as terrifying as bandits. Yet so skillful, so silent, the thefts occur soundless, sightless, and without trace.
Travelers speak of strange noises in the night along the road. The sound of falling debris, soft chittering, or the unnatural silence. Darts of firelight when the embers have long since burned down into the ash. There are those who claim they feel eyes upon them, that the very stones themselves walk. Creatures that disappear and reappear without warning. All tales that are passed from caravan to caravan.
The Council is offering a reward for any who bring forward credible proof or otherwise eliminate the problem. Any adventurer willing to investigate is welcome to the task. Of the many stories that circulate, many point to the Pershing Pass as the point of origin.
Well here's your trailer for coming attractions! Enjoy and don't get too distracted now -- wouldn't want to get eaten by something...