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Rumors of Beast-men


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A few scattered Peasants can be seen rummaging through debris cast aside some lone road between Sutica and the Marsh. They had expressions of remorse and terror, under few scaffolding that were used to comprise once sturdy abodes. A few beckon in plead, to beseech you for aid. To what will there is to answer, their voices fall deaf to only murmuring – it was inconsistent and spoke only of furred men-beasts that had terrorized the area. The scent of erosion and marred flesh slowly begins to waft itself into the air around, cadavers littered the plains just underneath the stature of the Forests. Foot-prints of an animal that had a gait of a grown man, but the brawn of an Orc, and nimble-foot of an Elf. Scattered, one may assume there were multiple; 

 

”Please, they came in the night. Our guards were low, we were with our families – – . . .” a man pleads on bloodied palms. While the rest of them tire for a rest, weeping at loved ones since past.

 

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Contact sarissaa#1875 for more information, and possible interaction. Will settle for a player group of between two to thirty.

 

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"Huzzah! A quest for I, the Red Man of Ruswick, to venture to. Nae fear, for I am here!” Said the Red Man of Ruswick.

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Miklaeil rumbled quietly, tales of such beast-men finding their ways to the ever-watchful and ever-listening Leopard. The recently retired ‘ame decided to take a trip out to the Marshlands, his antlered helm donned with the blood markings daubed across its visor, the autumnal hue of his glowing, druidic gaze piercing from behind it.

 

He stood silent on the very edge of the marsh, merely staring ahead as he communed with the trees and various creatures milling about within. His form grew tense the longer he listened, his gloved hand falling to his sword pommel and gradually wrapping its digits about the handle with the crackling of leather. The wildlife of the marsh were uncomfortable, thusly he was uncomfortable.

 

The Leopard wasted no time as he strode off down the road, veering off from the trees until he was well away from the marshlands, then disappearing into the brush to return home.

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@ThumperJack 

Permission for region access and a few materials like wool and whatnot for the event(s).

 

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