The Settlers

Book I
Chapter I


Your tale begins late at night in Duirinish, a town just big enough to be called a city if you use the word rather loosely. It is, in any case, the largest township still clinging to the face of the New World. You find yourselves together, in one of the city's numerous dingy pubs, drinking what tastes and smells like bathtub gin. The pub, called the Falling Star, serves as a rather informal meeting place for the monster hunters, treasure seekers and adventurers stranded in the New World and left to practice their trade. On one wall is a board with notices tacked on; requests for assistance in some matter or another, bounties, news of attacks by the Horned Men, reports of the latest chaos caused by the Things.

There is a man slumped over at one of the tables. He bangs his tin cup once, twice, three times on the scarred oak, and asks the world at large for, if it would please, money for another drink. He pauses, as if listening for something, mutters "Well fuck you all then" and then apparently falls asleep.

Make your introductions, if you please. What you do afterwards is up to you.


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And my time is a piece of wax,
Fallin' on a termite,
That's chokin' on the splinters