Post by The Reavers on Apr 3, 2018 18:54:32 GMT -8
The Reaver's Fortified Camp
Somewhere in the northern expanses, a large group of bandits, criminals and no-good mercenaries called the Reavers are known for their use of pillaging and murder in order to satisfy their desires for wealth and plunder. Over the past several months, the activities of the Reavers have multiplied and their ranks have swelled with new recruits; from common foot-pads to seasoned bandits. Local patrolmen sought to discover the source of the Reaver's new found power, but heard only whispers from travellers and saw only the embers of the villages they've burned during their raids.
Eventually the Wardens of the Wild grew sympathetic to the cause of the locals and scoured the area for any sign. In their investigations they discovered two things: that the Reavers have access to a strange material and that the source of it seems to be a mine in a mountain... Around which the Reavers have built a large camp with towers, fortified wooden walls and what can be considered no less than an army stationed there.
The camp is well defended, with the trees around it cut down for timber and patrols scouring the nearby woods for intruders and game. Archers keep an eye out from the towers, heavily armed bandits watch the gates and a dry moat filled with spikes have been dug around the walls. Inside the bandits sing, cheer and plot what targets to strike next; tents and fires are everywhere, while rogue mages keep their magic ready to protect against the unexpected.
Somewhere in the northern expanses, a large group of bandits, criminals and no-good mercenaries called the Reavers are known for their use of pillaging and murder in order to satisfy their desires for wealth and plunder. Over the past several months, the activities of the Reavers have multiplied and their ranks have swelled with new recruits; from common foot-pads to seasoned bandits. Local patrolmen sought to discover the source of the Reaver's new found power, but heard only whispers from travellers and saw only the embers of the villages they've burned during their raids.
Eventually the Wardens of the Wild grew sympathetic to the cause of the locals and scoured the area for any sign. In their investigations they discovered two things: that the Reavers have access to a strange material and that the source of it seems to be a mine in a mountain... Around which the Reavers have built a large camp with towers, fortified wooden walls and what can be considered no less than an army stationed there.
The camp is well defended, with the trees around it cut down for timber and patrols scouring the nearby woods for intruders and game. Archers keep an eye out from the towers, heavily armed bandits watch the gates and a dry moat filled with spikes have been dug around the walls. Inside the bandits sing, cheer and plot what targets to strike next; tents and fires are everywhere, while rogue mages keep their magic ready to protect against the unexpected.