Thread: Dungeon of Bad Ends (Homebrew System)

The young woman grumbled softly to herself as she made her way into townor what was left of the town. The town was still larger than the village shed been born in, several weeks travel to the south by foot. Her village had comprised not more than about fifty or sixty people of varying ages, and it had not been spared the influence of Anthaniel oh how she didnt care for the name so very similar to the name of her father, whom she also disliked intensely. Like Silvergate, her home village of Steadwell was surrounded by faming lands of both animals and produce, and had felt the occasional sting of the devotees of Athaniel as they roamed the lands looking for sacrifices to their dark god. Sometimes they accepted offerings of food and animals other times they took people. That was what shed seen, at least. Cassandra knew the stories, too, of the legend of the goddess Carielle, and what had supposedly happened before the rise of Athaniel. There were plenty of stories. And rumours. It was hard to place a lot of value on stories and rumours, because most of them could not be substantiated most of them tended to begin and end with Someone told me that the person two farms away from them or so Ive heard and that wasnt very reliable. The stories and rumours all seemed to agree that whoever it was that had been taken wasnt seen or heard from again, and that wasnt encouraging. She was a pretty young woman, was Cassandra standing at only a few inches taller that five feet, she was slender and lithe, lean and toned, her dark brown hair tied back into a short pony tail that ended at her shoulders she wore a woollen cloak over her shoulders to keep both sun and rain out, and often had the hood drawn, although not right now the hood was thrown back, revealing a slightly-round face, small-ish nose, inviting lips, and pale blue eyes that scanned everything around her. Her attire armour, if you wanted to call it that was little more than reinforced clothing, consisting mainly of armoured corset and joined armoured skirt, some protections for the upper arms and shoulders, leather forearm guards and thigh-high boots there were any number of small pockets and belts and sheathes on the attire for stowing blades and tools, and most of these locations had been filled even before she approached the city of Silvergate. Shed only seen nineteen winters, but she was a long way from innocent. It was easy to pick up the life of an urchin when villages kept outliving their usefulness. Shed been moving around for the last four or five years, at least, making a living by stealing for herself when she had to, and stealing for others when they gave her a job. She was grumbling because shed been unable to convince the guards at the gate that she wouldnt be much of a heroine if she couldnt keep her short sword when answering the call that had been put out. Shed argued, of course, and politely at that, and the guards had been adamant she probably could have snuck into the town in any number of ways when night fell the walls were crumbling and providing so many means of entry to an experienced thief such as herself but she hadnt felt the urge to incur the ire of the city just yet by trying it. So shed handed over her sword keeping the small dagger in the back of her belt safe and secure and hidden as shed done so and gone on her way into the city. She needed to find the Mayor and make sure she had provisions for the task ahead trying to cleanse the once-Holy City of the influence of Athaniel. Was she a devotee of any deity? Not really. She had been, when she was much younger, she when circumstances had arisen that saw her leave her village and start to make her own way in the world, shed left the gods behind as well it was mostly her skills that saw her through these days. Was she a hero of any kind? Maybe, maybe not time would tell. She was certainly game to try, if for no other reason than to stop the incursions of the followers of Athaniel. She was also interested in finding a trinket or two, something she could sell for a good price. Finding the Mayor didnt sound overly difficult head for the only Inn in town. Finding provisions might be a little harder it would all depend on what was available at the stalls of those few merchants who worked the town. Finding companions who might accompany her so she wasnt going alone? That could be tricky.