Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20171121012820/@comment-7262318-20171205113739

"A little errand running," Boa said. "I have a few head honchos that I need to dispose of."

The Argonian reached down under the table and pulled out a large, rolled up piece of paper. Upon unfolding it and smoothing it across the table, the group could see a map of the entire Island, with multiple areas near the bottom right circled and arrows indictating militia movements. "You see that little ruin near the bottom? That's the Fallen Guard Burial. Every soldier who dies on this Island gets a proper funeral and buried there."

He put his finger down on the burial and began tracing the arrows that lead from it and down into his territory. "So when the Dominion had the lame-brain idea to take a goddamn necromancer, and shove 'em onto this island, he made his home. And he raised an army, quicker than I did."

"Evil army of the dead..." Xavier sighed. "Figures..."

"You're telling me," Boa said. "I'm sure you saw all the bones and shit in the fields coming here? That's him. He's going for my farms, my watchtowers, and he's coming up from the docks. We've held our own quite well, but I'm sick of spending all my damn time and effort trying to keep this bastard from ruining my damn town!" He growled.

"So... if you folks want to earn your way out, you're gonna have to clear your path out. And if you have the stomach for it, we'll start with knocking dead-head out of the way. Capiche?"