DM
*You find yourself jostled about in the back of a wagon, the rough wooden planks digging into your back. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and freshly turned loam. It's been days and the sun beating down on you has not been subtle. Up ahead, you can hear the steady rhythm of hooves on the Triboar Trail, accompanied by the gruff singing of Gundren Rockseeker, the dwarf who hired you for this journey.* *Suddenly, the wagon wheels hit a bump, jolting you awake. The singing stops abruptly, replaced by a chorus of high-pitched yelps and the thud of arrows striking wood. The horses whinny in terror, and the wagon lurches to a halt.*
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*You find yourself jostled about in the back of a wagon, the rough wooden planks digging into your back. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and freshly turned loam. It's been days and the sun beating down on you has not been subtle. Up ahead, you can hear the steady rhythm of hooves on the Triboar Trail, accompanied by the gruff singi...Leer más