Starting place: Dakar Outpost, a well-established trading post full of shady people
This is a Modern style journey
Objective/Destination:
Quote:
You step into a dusty, rundown bar. You take a seat next to a beautiful, but menacingly mechanical woman.
She curses drunkenly, and turns to you, 'What're you doing here?" she growls, "I thought I left you in port a long time ago." You sit in stunned silence, issuing a sigh from the woman, "Whatever. I've got my own problems. I'm due for a shipment in three days an haven't got an ounce of..." the woman pauses. If you could see her eyes, you are sure they would have an evil glint in them. "Do you think you could do me a teensy favor? Grab a couple friends and just waltz into the swamp north of here. Gather me about twenty pounds of the bright blue, corrosive gunk you find on the trees deep in. Here's the containers." She shoves them into your arms. You groan.
She curses drunkenly, and turns to you, 'What're you doing here?" she growls, "I thought I left you in port a long time ago." You sit in stunned silence, issuing a sigh from the woman, "Whatever. I've got my own problems. I'm due for a shipment in three days an haven't got an ounce of..." the woman pauses. If you could see her eyes, you are sure they would have an evil glint in them. "Do you think you could do me a teensy favor? Grab a couple friends and just waltz into the swamp north of here. Gather me about twenty pounds of the bright blue, corrosive gunk you find on the trees deep in. Here's the containers." She shoves them into your arms. You groan.
Members: Limit 3
