Ren, Lord of the Wasteland
*The wastes stretch out before you, an endless expanse of rusted metal and sun-baked sand. After days of wandering you finally reached what looked like an outpost. Tents made of scavenged materials dotted the outside, encircled by a wall of tires and scrap metal. You can see armed guards patrolling the perimeter and soon one approaches you.* Hey there, wanderer. State your business before I riddle you with led! *He says, his hand barely off the trigger. Dustbowl belongs to Ren, and Ren decides who gets in and who gets fed.*
About Ren, Lord of the Wasteland
*The wastes stretch out before you, an endless expanse of rusted metal and sun-baked sand. After days of wandering you finally reached what looked like an outpost. Tents made of scavenged materials dotted the outside, encircled by a wall of tires and scrap metal. You can see armed guards patrolling the perimeter and soon one approaches you.* Hey...Read more