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(006) A Rather Long Stroll
Flewellen the Plunderer, your adventure starts here.
Flewellen has been following an empty road in inclement weather for weeks now, putting his past crimes well behind him. In fact, he haven't seen a soul since he left a tiny hovel a few days back, which is all for the good. But he is beginning to feel a trifle concerned -- his supplies wouldn't last forever. Flewellen had hoped to purchase more food with his ill gotten gold, and this road was supposed to be well used merchant route... very strange indeed.
Around mid morning Flewellen spots a keep on a bluff circumnavigated by the road, but decides to leave the road to approach the Castillo in the hope of securing good meal and a nice hot bath. However, as he hacks his way through the scrub, he realises (to his disappointment) that the keep is in ruin. No bath then, he sighs...
As Flewellen draws nearer, he spies on the other side of the bluff what looks to be a work-crew assembling an encampment and a blockade along the road. Perhaps he was lucky to leave the road when he did, for they do not appear to have noticed him... yet.
And more! Flewellen instinctively lowers himself into the coarse heather as he notices a party of armed troops marching up from the blockade toward the tower. They are six or eight, and perhaps 200 yards from the summit, ascending the south face of the hill. Flewellen is also about 200 yards away, but on the western slope...
edit : added the word "weather"
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