Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)It was a great time to be adventuring, and it was a dangerous time to be adventuring. On one hand, there were unspoken loads of valuable treasure and artifacts hidden in caves and in ancient temples and ruins. But part of the reason they were there was because of all the vicious monsters roaming about the land, keeping would-be treasure hunters at bay. Only the strongest and bravest could get their hands on the untold riches that lay in store, and Cysma Winheim was one of these adventurers.
He was a rather ordinary-looking light-skinned human in a world that was also full of elves, dwarves, gnomes, hobbits, and the occasional orc. He had light-brown hair, hazel eyes, and smooth facial features suggesting he wasn't a hardened veteran. He wore a layer of chainmail armor over his tunic, covering his torso, arms, and legs; his feet were protected by simple leather boots, as he didn't want his armor to slow him down too much.
He travelled in a covered wagon drawn by two horses. It housed the treasures he had found during his adventures, a stable food supply, and any tools he decided not to bring him when he went to explore any given adventure site. Much of his tools were kept in a bag containing magical properties that made the space inside of it much larger than the outside. This was simply known as the Bag of Holding. When adventuring he kept his sword in its scabbard tied to his back, and a shield he buckled to his left arm so he wouldn't drop it, unless of course the buckles were destroyed.
Today Cysma was travelling through a forest path in his wagon. Whether he was headed to some potential adventuring site or to another town, no one but himself was sure. His horses went smoothly along the beaten path until they suddenly stopped. The adventurer, not yet equipped with his weapons or armor, stepped out of the back of the wagon and went around to the front to see what was the matter. Someone or something was standing in the road...
He was a rather ordinary-looking light-skinned human in a world that was also full of elves, dwarves, gnomes, hobbits, and the occasional orc. He had light-brown hair, hazel eyes, and smooth facial features suggesting he wasn't a hardened veteran. He wore a layer of chainmail armor over his tunic, covering his torso, arms, and legs; his feet were protected by simple leather boots, as he didn't want his armor to slow him down too much.
He travelled in a covered wagon drawn by two horses. It housed the treasures he had found during his adventures, a stable food supply, and any tools he decided not to bring him when he went to explore any given adventure site. Much of his tools were kept in a bag containing magical properties that made the space inside of it much larger than the outside. This was simply known as the Bag of Holding. When adventuring he kept his sword in its scabbard tied to his back, and a shield he buckled to his left arm so he wouldn't drop it, unless of course the buckles were destroyed.
Today Cysma was travelling through a forest path in his wagon. Whether he was headed to some potential adventuring site or to another town, no one but himself was sure. His horses went smoothly along the beaten path until they suddenly stopped. The adventurer, not yet equipped with his weapons or armor, stepped out of the back of the wagon and went around to the front to see what was the matter. Someone or something was standing in the road...