Fate - First Reply We Need A Hero

[demonz-r-us]

"An unknown creature threatens the end of the world in the south-eastern Ixchel Wilds...
And we need a hero.

Anyone who thinks they may be of service... Well, first-come-first-serve.
A fine reward will be given, whether it be in treasure, artefacts, or currency. You WILL be paid handsomely.

Please, anyone, this is urgent. The creature has killed many wanderers in the forests already. Who knows what it will do next.

Come to the old shack on the outskirts of Mallian for further details. Your travels - if fees are to be paid - will be paid by our team.

Urgently,
The Gavingsborough Society"


A note put up all around Alliria, Lazular and Fal'Addas.
A quest to be owned.
And a beast to be put to rest.

Who will rise to the occasion?

 

[Irman Harefoot]

After several weeks of trudging through the jungles of Ixchel, Irman Harefoot had finally made it to Mallian. The tropical port city was a welcome change to the crushing humidity of the in-land wilds, but with it came a familiar challenge… money.

The cost of getting a spot on a boat headed westward was steep, and the licenses needed to work as a guard or deckhand were tricky for a random adventurer to acquire.

That left Irman little time with which to earn funds, before the summer heat and his wanderlusting curse ate away at him to do something stupid.

The flyer he saw out on the tavern wall seemed almost too good to be true then. A monster hunting job with private pay? Odds were that it was a scam, but Irman could handle himself and it wouldn’t hurt to check.

The colorfully dressed Rabbit-man with Billhook in hand, strolled up to the old wooden shack and knocked on the frame of the entryway.

“Answering random flyers that promise handsome rewards in rotting wooden shacks, what is my life even coming to?”