Background:
The mood amongst the adventurers was good. Or rather, had been good. Today, it was significantly less so. A great storm of fire had swept across the Khud-Al jungle, sending the adventurers fleeing before it and consuming the treasures they had been able to recover from a tumbledown city of stone. Now possessed of only what they carried with them, they were both frustrated and relieved, weeks of effort literally gone up in smoke.
The only good to come of the devastation was that their flight had led them to stumble across Tooj-Reh, a rough-hewn frontier town and a haven for explorers and traders of the Khud-Al jungle. The group had heard of the town, of course, but had entered the sprawling mess of the jungle from the south, and never thought to be driven this far from their point of origin. At least there might be work here...
Opening:
The four of you find the streets of Tooj-Reh damp at the end of a sudden rainstorm, one of the sort that seems to be common in jungle lands, and one that has done nothing to quell the spirit or activity of the locals. Clearly, weather of this sort is considered a normal cost of living in Tooj-Reh.
The town itself sits in a small valley between low mountains blanketed with dense jungle, jungle that still shows the remnants of the burn that had driven you here. Not that the townsfolk seemed overly worried. Nor do they appear to care about your arrival. Indeed, they pay little attention to you beyond a curt nod.
