((at a bar in flats lagoon))
bar patron 1: I heard about a good spot for some loot in the ash-lands
bar patron 2: the ash-lands? are u mad that place is crawling with mad skeletons
bar patron 3: and even if they don't kill, you the bug-men in the south will, or the land-bats in the east, or be burnt alive by pillars of fire in the north
barkeep: or worse those skin bandits, they'll peel your skin
from your still-living body and wear it
bar patron 1: yea fuck that I'm staying
((a large shek even by shek standards walks up to the patrons, he wears an Ashland hat+goggles, merc plate armor with sandals and has a KLR left arm))
???: so where these skin bandits you talking about
barman: you must be mad if your thinking about going after them
???: I'm just scouting for my men
barman: oh...ok um...here *gives map location*
???: thanks
((then the stranger walks out of the bar as a dust-storm is approaching, he then takes off his hat))Hornsy: 50k here I come
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the adventures of hornsy and the blacksand mercs
Fanfictionhi the names hornsy, I am a shek from the island of Kenshi, and these are my misadventures, some are dealing with...uninvited guests and others are...running away from the local fauna with ancient valuables in tow and even forgetting to go hunting ...
