You are standing on a narrow plateau in the rugged mountainous region beyond your village.  Unlike the brownish/tan rockface you see near your village, the rocks in this region are more redish and vibrant looking.  You see a path leading forward and you decide to follow it.  On the plus side, you haven't encountered any hostile creatures so far.  You walk for at least a few miles and it appears to extend beyond your sight.  You curse at your luck and begin to slump into depression when you realize you don't even know where to fnd this Craxil thing in the first place.  You decide to build a campfire for the night, think things over, and gather some rest.  As you are doing so, a strange man lumbers out from behind a large rock and begins to beg you for help.

 
"Please, it won't take long.  My caravan was beset upon by foul creatures and I fear for my families safety.  You must help me!"

 
You pause.  It seems odd that a human would be up here in such a hostile region, let alone a caravan.  But this is definitely the face of a human and he shows no signs of hostility.

 
"Why are you up here anyway"? you ask. "The Craxil and his followers will kill anyone that wanders into their mountainous territory."

 
"We got lost trying to find our way to Jacquescrappe village, perhaps you've heard of it"?

 
"Yeah... I just came from there... but I don't think you want to go back that way, you won't get far."

 
"Look, I don't wish to be rude, but my family is in danger and I need your help NOW!"  

 
At this point, the man turns and runs down the path.  You call out to him to stop but he keeps going.  You aren't sure if you would be of much help to him in battle, but you aren't sure how you would feel about abandoning him like that either.  Time to decide...

You help Him, What Kind Of Adventurer Are You?

You decide to help the man.  What kind of adventurer would you be to deny a father the aid he needs to save his family from the Craxil's minions?  The royal military may have abandoned Jacquescrappe because it was remote and of no strategic value but dammit if you are going to end up just like them.  However, something about this is starting to feel weird.  Why would there be a human caravan up here in the Craxil's lands and why do you have this strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

 
Just as you are having these thoughts, an owl looks at you from atop a dead tree and just looks at you with intent.  You've never been able to communicate to animals like the druids do, but somehow you just know this thing is telling you to turn back.  You stop for a minute, then strike yourself and shake it off.  Since when did you become a druid and take advice from animals?  Aside from your pigs "Oinky" and "Snout" you've never really connected with any animals anyway.  Besides, your gut hasn't helped you win any gambling tournaments so why should you trust it now?  You're probably just afraid and subconciously looking for a way to avoid a potentially dangerous situation.  Helping the man is the right thing to do, you're sure of it...

 
Right?

You indeed, What Kind Of Hero Abandons His Fellow Man When His Family Is At Stake?

You arrive in a clearing and the man who pleaded with you earlier has just stopped in his tracks.

 
"So where's the caravan?" you inquire, expecting some sort of explanation for this sudden drop in urgency.

 
Silence

 
..............

 
At this point you are quickly surrounded by other men who are equally silent.  The feeling in the pit of your stomach has just gotten worse and you realize that you've been had.

 
"There is no caravan is there."

 
.....

 
At this point the man who led you here turns to face you.  The head suddenly begins to twitch and distort and the head of a skeleton emerges from the mouth as if pushing through a mask.  You back up and realize the four other men around you are doing the same.  They rush you from all sides and you are quickly overwhelmed.  You made a grave mistake in not trusting your instincts earlier, they exist in us for a reason. 

 
THE END