DsonYule

A new set of adventurers is called up for action. Questing after knowledge, gold, or vengeance; by gristle, guile, or guts. A fast job for easy money goes sour. Who's to say where it will lead.

The party has returned to headquarters for some much needed R&R. So much for that. They are once more thrust out on a mission to rescue a damsel from a horny balladeer... who wrote this? Off ye go, yon mercenaries, to thine fate thy traipse.

The mercs live on and return. Trian and Maldor press forward through labyrinthine smugglers tunnels, Tango regains consciousness to again persevere in the mission; the party is reunited.

Is this the end? Smugglers appear, simple things become complicated. Violence and exsanguination follows.