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A powerful Dwarven Lord with many connections on the surface of Coroleya has sent out the call to all warriors of courage to come to the Mountain Stronghold of Stonefold to aid in the eradicating a nest of feral Dwarves that have attacked the City of Torfiol. Sensing the opportunity for more adventure and gold, you take the next caravan out from the village of Brolen as a caravan guard and head towards the Dwarven Realms to make your fortune. The road to the Mountains, however, is long and treacherous with many perils to be faced, before you can reach your destination.

After traveling along the roads for several miles. The caravan leader, a short portly creature, decides now is the perfect time to set up camp for the night. The caravan of wagons form up into a tight-knit circle and start up a fire at the center of camp. Seeing how close you've made your camp to the nearby woods of Doranmere worries you. Anything could be hiding in there and no one would know it. Still, it's not like they had many options going off-road or traveling in the darkness was equally dangerous. While your thinking about what might be lurking in the woods, you smell wood smoke coming from the direction of the forest. Tensing up at the possibility of danger you rise from sitting position and stare off into the darkness. Wondering if there was someone or something out there watching you.

Either way, it seems more sensible to get away from the roaring campfire the caravaners have going, as it might attract the wrong sort of attention. You tell the other caravan guard a strong well-built Orc warrior named Merkel that you're going out to go check on something and leave the campfire alone. Entering the dark woods. The further away you get from the campfire, the more you realize that you're being watched. Smiling wolfishly at the challenge, you use your hunting skills to try and lose whoever is tailing you. Once you believe you've lost them, you circle and go back the way you've come. Curious to see, what had been following you. Hearing voices whispering, you softly creep towards the sound, till you catch a glimpse of your hunters. And find to your surprise a band of Redling bandits heavily armed to the teeth, wearing leather jerkins. They seem to be discussing, what to do about you, when the leader of the group a tall, brutish looking warrior with an assortment of scars tells them all to shut up.

Then without warning the leader calls out to you. "You've done well to avoid us warrior, but I think it's time we talked. There is no need for us to fight here. After all, all we want are the chests of gold stored in the back of the carriage the merchants have kindly brought with them." You say nothing. "The way I see it is, you can either join us and attack the caravan? Or you can die here with the rest of them? We could always use an extra blade, seeing as there is an Orc with them." You stand there for a moment thinking. And take a look again at the Redlings waiting in clearing. There's at least four of them out in the open, with god knows how many more waiting in the shadows. One of the raiders a short wiry man with grey leathery skin is holding a small round metal object in his hand. Familiar with Dwarven weaponry, you know it to be a combust ball that can create a small explosion. Probably not enough to kill all the caravaners outright, but enough to blind and wounding multiple enemies.

Choice 4. Do you slip away to warn the caravaners?

Worried more bandits were waiting in the shadows, you back up before turning around to sprint away. The tree branches scraping your arms and chest as you scramble free of the forest. 

Jydor, who'd been tending the fire, leaps up to his feet at the sight of you as you pant out, “A group of bandits are planning to attack the camp. We’d best get ready for a fight,” but instead of listening to you, Jydor picks up his war ax and jogs back off into the forest. While the gnome Halthane stalks over towards you. 

”Where the hell have you been?! You were supposed to guard the camp. Not off traipsing off into the forest like some damn wood elf,” spits Halthane.

Not rising to the bait, you reply, “There are bandits in the woods. We need to gather up what we can and leave this place immediately.”

The gnome stares at you disbelief for a moment before barking, “Then why the hell aren’t you dealing with them?! I’m paying you to protect our goods! Not run away like some damsel in distress! I could have hired some goblins to do that!”

The rotund gnome all but livid with rage is about turn when an unearthly howl goes up through the forest, the screams of agony that follow going on for an age then abruptly coming to an end. Jydor returning from the forest, covered head to toe in blood with a wide grin on his face, carrying the decapitated heads of those you'd seen out in the woods.

Halthane shoots you a mocking smile, “Guess I don’t need you after all. Go, I don’t ever want to see you again,” 

“And my gold?”

The merchant sneers in disgust, shove ten gold pieces into your palm and pushes his way past you. “That’s all you'll get from me. Now go, before I have Jydor deal with you too.” 

Battlefield Results

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Loot

 + 10 Gold Pieces