Just the other day I had a friend over to visit and I tried my first round of Broadsword Adventures.
Our heroes were Mirandor, a now homeless son of a nobleman in search for his abducted sister, and Daris, a knife wielding burglar he picked up on the way.
In some remote area near some unfriendly looking wooded hills our heroes had to stop for the night and get some rest. No sooner had they settled in the local tavern then the villagers approached them with a plea of help. The village hunter, one Loron, had gone missing a few nights before. It was feared that the dreaded wolfman might have killed him. In return for a few shillings our heroes, who were rather broke at this point, agreed to hunt the wolfman down and to find Loron.
So early next morning they arrived at the hut where Loron was believed to have his camp. Of course noone was around except for some odd equiptment that quickly found its way into Daris pack.
Following the tracks of the huntsman the two friends suddenly found themselves confronted by a group of savages, who were trying to clear what they believed to be holy ground of any trespassers. Both Mirandor and Daris proved to be tough fighters and soon the savages fled for their lives having lost half of their numbers to the sword and knife of our heroes.
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After taking care of some minor scratches the two hunters were once again the hunted as the wolfman tried to ambush them near a rock formation not far from the place where they had just beaten back the wild men of the wood.
However, a series of masterful swordstrokes and terrible die rolling on the side of the wolfman the brute was hacked to peaces by Mirandor.
So with what seemd to be the more dangerous part of thier work done, the duo continued to explore the hills and woods. But Lady Luck proved fickle! Having climbed up a steep ravine the friends found the gruesome remains of another camp: bones and skulls littered the ground and in an old pot a terrible stew had been prepared!
Horrified by the sight the heroes were ambushed by a pack of large wolves. And while they fought with great courage first one and then the other managed to break their weapons! Faced with vicious predators, unarmed and by now wounded our heroes sensibly decided to break off the fight and head back to the village.
Even if they hadn't found Loron (at least not to their knowledge) they could at least present the head of the wolfman who had so long haunted these woods. And whoever had cooked that hellish stew in the camp was still around so the farmers needed to be warned of this evil.
The grateful villagers supplied our friends with new weapons and bade them look into this new terror.
But that is another story for another time...
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