Mimmin
Mimmin Flickerboot
You were traveling southwards, from the port city of Cannon’s Reach towards Vigil Fall when a band of goblins, frighteningly deformed and unusually vicious surprised you on the road. The last thing you recall was the drowning feeling of blood in your lungs as you lay on the stones, clutching your pack tightly to your chest.
You awake in a cot, beneath the flickering light of elf lamps hanging from the branches of a large tree above you. A cold fear instantly grips you and you frantically search for your pack. Finding it at your feat you tear it open and to your great relief see there the stolen artifact, safely wrapped and ready for delivery in Vigil Fall.
It is the first day of the new month, which means you have five days to get the artifact to Vigil Fall before Dex begins to remove fingers. You look down at your left hand with its missing pinky and middle digits, the remaining fingers all trapped in iron rings, each promising swift punishment for a job poorly done. You shudder as you instinctively tug at the similar large iron ring clasped around your throat.