Sticking it to the Black Alliance
Darnell the Barkeep looked around. “The Brawling Bear” was full tonight. It had been for the last many nights since the Black Alliance had taken over the city. Even though the foreign occupation was good for business Darnell the Barkeep did not like it one bit. The town was full of mercenaries, orcs and gnolls. The Black Alliance had picked the worst time to attack the town: The former lord at Dawnstone Keep had thrown a fit when the city guard had demanded better wages and had fired them all until they came to their senses. Thats when they came, with no guards around it had been all too easy for them to destroy and pillage. They had killed the lord the first night.
Darnell the Barkeep had only seen their leader one time. He had called himself Brother Captain Ansgar. A giant of a man, clad in what looked to be a fine set of plate armor, he was adressing the whole town telling them that anyone caught working against the Black Alliance would be sacrificed to Saliac the Vengeful. Good business was all fine and dandy, but Darnell the Barkeep hated the presence of the Black Alliance.
He looked up as a crow flew in through one of the open windows, it had a piece of parchment in its mouth. It laid the parchment in front of Darnell the Barkeep.
The message read:
Darnell, old friend
I’ve found help against our opressors, a few travelling nobles have come to help. They don’t have any soldiers, but they seem able themselves. We have taken out a small patrol outside of town. But we need help to take out the entirety of the oppression. Talk to Joyce and Ulfred and come see me when you can so we can form a strategy together and get rid of this oppression.
Somewhere outside of town seven masked men slowly made their way towards the old sleeping man. One of them prodded at him with his staff, but the old man didn’t seem to wake up. The man prodded him again, and the old man sat upright with a blissful look on his face.
One of the seven pointed his sword at the old man’s face and said ‘Gimme all your money or it’s your life!’
The old man began giggling slightly and the thugs looked confused at each other.
“What’s so funny old man?” one of the thugs asked.
The old man chuckled on for a moment more and replied “Blueberry muffins…”
The thugs looked at each other no less confused than before. One of the thugs hit the old man in the back of his head with his quarterstaff and the old mans big greyish hat almost fell off. “Stop that! That is not very nice!” the old man replied. “You can’t just hit people in the head, it hurts and it’s terribly rude.”
“Give us you money or you’re done for you old weirdo. We’re seven against one. You don’t stand a chance.”
“I say…” the old man began muttering. “You are all being really rude, and I should tell you, bullying is not a nice thing to do at all. People can get really sad when being bullied.”
“Shut up and give us your money! Can’t you see we’re highwaymen and youre being mugged! Quit your lecturing and hand over the gold!” The closest of the seven masked men stepped closer and was now all up in the old mans face.
“I suppose that would make you muggers then, and not technically highwaymen, since what you do is mugging” the old men said with a thoughtfull expression on his face.
The man grabbed the old mans beard and motioned with his knife in the other hand "I’ll cut off your beard if you try to be smart again.
One of the other men snatched a piece of Parchment from one of the old mans pockets. “I found something guys, I think it’s a magical scroll of some sort, let’s see what it says: Remember to buy more scrolls to make more shopping lists so you do not forget what to buy the next time… What the hell is this?” the guy asked with a puzzled expression.
“Give me that. And let go of my beard. You are all being really rude!”
- Liberate the town.
- Win the hearts and minds of the people in town.
- Become Heroes
- Collect loot