tales of banditry

“My partner and I were transporting my lord’s prize boar back from Bargewright Inn on the Cairn Road, when three or four ruffians ambushed us just eight or ten miles from Red Larch. They laughed about having plenty to eat that night, and I’d guess there were more in their band than what ambushed us, because that boar was pretty large, with dangerous tusks tossing around.”

“We’d been driving some sale horses from Beliard, delivering them to the Swinging Sword, and just after crossing the Stone Bridge we met up with a pair of shaggy-haired travelers who were also on their way down the Larch Path. We paced them for the next three days, always hobbling our horses near the spot they’d chosen for a campsite, but when we arrived in Red Larch, they were nowhere to be found. I fear that they came to harm before even reaching town.”

“That Cairn Road is becoming more dangerous than any! We were escorting a noble on a return trip from Bargewright Inn to Triboar, when a bandit gang appeared out of nowhere. There were a half-dozen of them, but two of them looked meaner than the others; those two each carried a longsword with teeth attached to it somehow, and they didn’t wear any armor other than using some kind of shell as a shield. My fool of a partner tried to be a hero, but that madman’s tooth sword opened him up, and we gave up the noble’s jewels; but the rest of us held on to our lives.”

tales of banditry

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