It was raining hard over the small village of Oxguard. Oxguard, while a small village was well travelled as it was on the main road to several major trade towns. The streets were muddy so there was very little traffic. One man, clad in worn heavy plate male armor waded through the mud to the tavern, ignoring the nasty look the bar keep gave him for tracking in the mud.

It was apparent by the way the locals suddenly fell silent that he was well known throughout the village. [color=00BFFF]”I need volunteers. For long enough has Mayor Edgar terrorized our village. Enough with the high taxes, the harsh penalties for not being able to afford to live under his harsh thumb!”[/color] With every statement the locals cheered. [color=00BFFF]”He took my daughter and several of the other villagers to sell into slavery to pay for his outrageous taxes. I’m storming his manor! Who’s with me?”[/color] The locals returned to their drinks. The man sighed. [color=00BFFF]”You can keep all the gold we liberate from his coffers. I just want my daughter.”[/color]