The Hinterlands, an old-school roleplaying experience

The Baron's handbill

It's been twelve days since you boarded the barge at the Dunfalcon docks headed to the Baron's encampment in the Hinterlands. You were told it would only take six days, but it's been almost two weeks in the open elements with little more provided to eat but foul-tasting pickled perch washed down with brackish water the scullery boy claims is tea.  So far the journey has consisted of keeping an eye on your gear and long periods of overwhelming boredom, fortunately broken occasionally by ducking volleys from occasional goblinoid or bandit archers.  It's not where you wanted to be, but it beats the alternatives you had back home.

During the river journey to the encampment you haven't really gotten to know many of the other cargo… er, passengers, but what you have heard sounds all too familiar:  trouble with the law, trouble with the Church, trouble with family.  Practically everyone seems to be running away from something.  Oh, and of course, everyone is looking for their fortune.  Everyone is certain they are going to become very rich.

That's how you ended up on this journey.  You didn't know what your next move was but then you saw the handbill outside the hostelry.  Everyone's heard the stories about Baron Aelfric, but you were undeterred by rumor.  Immediately, you knew what to do.