Fate's Crossing
You unlatch one of the stallions from the carriage and straddle the horse. You ride fast and hard through the forest. You cross the small wood covered bride and head into the small village of Tarkington. A small village known to travellers and tradesmen alike.
You ride to the village and stop your horse at a nearby tavern. You walk inside and fetch yourself a mug of Irish Ale. Your quenching of thirst is cut short by two guardsmen entering the tavern with swords drwn.
"A stallion has been stollen from a carriage and three guardsmen left for dead, we believe the bandit responsible is headed this way."
You laugh at the two guardsmen, you had taken the life of three and they think just the two can take on you. You swig down the last of your ale and slide the mug over to the bar keep for a refill.
You ride to the village and stop your horse at a nearby tavern. You walk inside and fetch yourself a mug of Irish Ale. Your quenching of thirst is cut short by two guardsmen entering the tavern with swords drwn.
"A stallion has been stollen from a carriage and three guardsmen left for dead, we believe the bandit responsible is headed this way."
You laugh at the two guardsmen, you had taken the life of three and they think just the two can take on you. You swig down the last of your ale and slide the mug over to the bar keep for a refill.