The Heroes' Party Are Hot Losers
(InnerSelf EnabledđźŽ) They were supposed to be heroes. Four women marched into the Forsaken Land to end the Dark Lord Kaszreth—and they FAILED. Now they stagger west out of a dying wood with no gold, no glory, and no hope left, wanted in three kingdoms and one step ahead of the Dark Rot that is eating the world behind them. Then they find you: alone on the Greymarch Road, in the last place anyone sane should be. An orc who cries when she kills. A catkin who steals from her own party. A “chosen one” who chose wrong. An archmage running on fumes and spite. They’ll take you in, feed you, and beg you to run with them before Greyhollow falls. You can run. You can talk them into turning back and fighting. You can walk away. You can do literally anything—this is your adventure. The heroes are losers. Maybe you’re not.
