The Narrative is Underway

Hail and well met Stranger,

Take a look it's in a book the putrid rainbow:

Located in the humble recess of one of the great nation’s aristocratic neighborhoods, the great Hraxet Manor was constructed as a fuck you to the society that has refused to acknowledge him. Forests of hulking trees and walls of shrubbery protect it from prying eyes, but the ostentatious gate showcasing the infamous triple H stands proud for all to see. Trailing behind it is a long cobblestone road leading up to the manor. Shaded by dense foliage hugging it like a frightened child, it would not be wise to wander too far. Rumors have it that Hraxet’s enslaved menagerie lurks around the grounds.

Arriving at the house, sculptures welcome its visitors with tales of the downtrodden rising up amongst the ruling class. Golden paint lines the marble walls of the house in a horrible display of some pretty gaudy shit. All protected by an opposing eyesore of a tower, filled with guards. Yet, this show of prosperity doesn’t fool anyone. Beyond this showcase of grandeur is nothing more than a two story tall tomb that an asshole calls home.

A little taste from the narrative campaign to accompany the supplement. We all have to get out of debt with Hraxet somehow, My two silver? Just steal the contract from him, or kill him. Whatever is easier. I'd say stealing from him is probably harder, but I'm almost certain that asshole put some clause in the contract to fuck with you if he dies. While that parchment exists, you're trapped.

I know a guy, that knows a guy, that knows a guard with loose lips. You can probably get some info from him if you put some effort into it. Find out where those documents are actually hidden. Anyway, more to come. Stay tuned.

Regards,
GnomeLackey