by tumblingdice » Mon Oct 12, 2015 1:59 pm
You turn your mounts, then follow the river north. As the afternoon advances, you come upon the remains of some of Pramayama's outlying farms. Corpses of cattle and goats stare up at you as you pass, their blank eyes coated with dust. Between their protruding ribs and the rocky soil, you get the impression that even during peaceful times life here is one of want and misery.
For several hours the scene repeats itself, and the farms and settlements run together in your minds. Carrion birds flap their wings and fight among themselves for scraps of meat, but otherwise there is no sign of movement, no hint of life. As the sun begins to set--in the west, not the south--you realize that you'd better turn around if you wish to return to the village by nightfall.
Suddenly, up ahead, you notice movement among a group of boulders. Several creatures, canine from the look of them, are feeding on remains. Human, remains. They look up as you approach, snarling.
Actions?
Get thee to the dungeon. Get thee to the dungeon forthwith. Pass not the barbican. Amass not 200 GP.