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The party reaches a rocky and barren mountain pass. To the south lies the black and foetid Qi’m Marsh, to the north the scraggy Rodja Moors are studded with sharp outcrops of rock.

As the party sets up camp on the hillside they hear, and then see, a party of slaves, chained in single file and being escorted along the mountain path by some grey-scaled Snake men. At their head is a figure known through out the land (DC10 vs Int or a relevant skill) Hermann D’Waij, a seven foot high heavily-muscled snakeman with impressive hood.

How the first party tackles the second one and their slaves is up to them. They can hide and let them pass by, though there is a chance the snakemen scouts will find them (DC15 vs Stealth or similar to avoid). They can try and free the slaves, though a head on attack is unlikely to succeed and the snakemen are heavily armed with Assegai, shields and bronze armour. There are a few notable characters they might have chance to interact with:

Hermann D’Waij: a proud warrior, son of the snakeman chief and intent on earning his spurs. He captured the slaves in the nearby village of Quontock Biljis a few days ago and is taking them to the market at Ipsataar, three days journey north. Herman may strike a deal with the party if they have something to offer, though he is more interested in prestige than wealth.

Morris Minortov: A travelling bard from the lands to the south of the Yagamash Sea. He is a virtuoso on the fiddle and is allowed to play for the other slaves (and the snakemen) every evening, though his ankles remain chained. He has a map in his pocket, drawn on a scrap of linen. He doesn’t know where the map leads to, but he took it in payment from an old crone in return for cutting her a winters worth of wood.

Serjeant Grub: A goblin of many words. The only think that will make him shut up is a beating at the hands of the snakemen (or the party, for that matter…) He talks of many things, gold hidden on the moors, a dragon’s hoard. None of it is true.

0:00 The Chain Gang
1:36 Under the Snakemen’s Gaze
3:39 Morris Minorov’s Camp fire Medley
The Rabi and the Nun
The Merchant’s Folly
The Hedgefund Manager’s Lament
5:47 Escape Across the Rodja Moors

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Heimat Der Katastrophe Milan, Italy

DIY label focused on ambient punk, minimal-synth, dungeon-drone, wartime music and post-nuclear wave. Managed by a creative punx collective from Milano city.

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