"Alright buddy," says Bronan.
Pepe makes some deliciously fatty chicken.
Paul the Postman volunteers to join the two riders, Ronaldo and Noire on the scouting trip, and the three set out with a rough copy of the map that was included in the booklet, not that the original was particularly well done either.
They ride down from their mountainous base with three days worth of provisons, following the road to the border. All goes well along the way, and you present your border crossing permit, also provided in the booklet, to the border patrol officer. He lets you go after jotting something down in his notebook. Afterwards, the border patrol on the Hill side does the same.
You follow the road forward, and the ground gradually becomes flatter, with sparse forests on either side of the road. You observe that its possible to set up an ambush at fairly many points ever since you've crossed into Hill territory, the borderlands seem sparsely inhabited and there is a scant military presence beyond the regiment stationed at the border.
After around a three hour journey, however, you bump into some of your peers.
"Stand and deliver!"
Its a group of six ragged looking men holding a strange medley of weaponry. Two of them have simple clubs with nails sticking out, one has a section of chain with what seems to be a scale weight attached to the end, one has a sharp looking kitchen knife attached to a stick, and the last two have axes. One of the axe wielders seems to be the leader, and is also wielding a matchlock pistol.
You almost feel sorry for your foreign compatriots, who are obviously not as successful as you guys at the ways of banditry.
(People in the base can also act)
Pepe makes some deliciously fatty chicken.
Paul the Postman volunteers to join the two riders, Ronaldo and Noire on the scouting trip, and the three set out with a rough copy of the map that was included in the booklet, not that the original was particularly well done either.
They ride down from their mountainous base with three days worth of provisons, following the road to the border. All goes well along the way, and you present your border crossing permit, also provided in the booklet, to the border patrol officer. He lets you go after jotting something down in his notebook. Afterwards, the border patrol on the Hill side does the same.
You follow the road forward, and the ground gradually becomes flatter, with sparse forests on either side of the road. You observe that its possible to set up an ambush at fairly many points ever since you've crossed into Hill territory, the borderlands seem sparsely inhabited and there is a scant military presence beyond the regiment stationed at the border.
After around a three hour journey, however, you bump into some of your peers.
"Stand and deliver!"
Its a group of six ragged looking men holding a strange medley of weaponry. Two of them have simple clubs with nails sticking out, one has a section of chain with what seems to be a scale weight attached to the end, one has a sharp looking kitchen knife attached to a stick, and the last two have axes. One of the axe wielders seems to be the leader, and is also wielding a matchlock pistol.
You almost feel sorry for your foreign compatriots, who are obviously not as successful as you guys at the ways of banditry.
(People in the base can also act)
