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Read the following aloud to the suckers -- er, Patrons:
It's a normal night at the Vagabond. A battle rages by the stage, but it's hard to tell if it's a brawl or a mosh pit in honor of the Rusted Spikes who are currently playing a set. Business seems to be going well and the bar is full, mostly punk rocker types and other metalheads here to enjoy the soothing 100-decibel jet engine noise that is the Rusted Spikes. It is when the music stops between sets and the dustcloud mosh pit settles down that does the bar goer's favorite past time pop up. The doors of the W.A.R.P., Inc. Random Dimensional Portal Generator begin spinning. Time to spit out a new arrival to the bar. The crowd watches with bated breaths as the new being steps through. A black booted foot makes it through first with a heavy step. Then a cloaked being makes his way in fully. Very little is seen of this being except for a green face and a single red eye. The rest of his features are covered up by the voluminous cape and wide-brimmed hat he wears. His eye peers around the room, as the rest of the bar unconsciously backs away. Of course this is when Spit chimes in and explains the rules to the new guy. His response is to glance back at the door and look back knowing he's not in Kansas anymore. And let me tell you, Kansas is quite happy with this fact from the looks of the guy. The stranger stalks quietly to the bar before turning with flourish back to the assembled bar patronage, letting his cloak wave in the air for extra dramatic effect. As his cape settles back down around him he proclaims loudly, "I seek those who are strong of spirit and skill. Those who are unafraid of battle... Those who will help me destroy the dreaded Ham-pires!" The bar goes silent. "Don't you mean -Vampires-?" shouts a helpful bar-troller. "If only I were so lucky. But no, it is the undead porcine." He glances around as no one immediately jumps in joy at his offer. "Did I mention there would be a great reward for anyone who helps me?" This immediately sets off the radar of one Arithon Kinkade, as his eyes bulge out and pupils turn to dollar signs, frightening several people around him. He immediately sweeps over and starts escorting the new arrival to his office. "You need adventurers? You've come to the right place my friend..."
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¤ Intro
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With a slam of the door, the two are out of sight in Arithon's office. Let the patrons react (finally, man that's a lot of monologue). The next thing to do after they're sufficiently drunk/nosy/etc, is to contrive things so that Arithon peeks his head out of his office, waving the patrons over, having a little 'job' for them. The stranger only refers to himself as X, and is seeking people to return with him to Hogsylvania and defeat the dreaded Count Hogula and his hordes of Vampire Piggies. Of course for his services, Arithon gets a 'small' cut of the profits, but assures the Patrons they will be adequately reimbursed for their troubles to the tune of 3 C-Notes each, plus whatever they manage to plunder. So when the patrons finally give in and decide to advance the plot it's time to hop the next shuttle to B-Gradia(only 3 sawbucks a head!), home of the bad monster movies come to life.
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¤ Planetary Information
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| Planet: | B-Gradia. |
| Environment: | Night Planet. |
| Permanent nighttime conditions exist on the surface. The only stellar illumination is result of orbiting moons.
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| Government: | Feudal Horrorocracy. |
| Divided areas of the planet are each ruled by their own separate monster lord.
Ruled by council of the most powerful monsters. Dracula, Frankenstein, Wolfman, etc. |
| Population: | Unknown. |
| Unable to do census due to constant night time conditions and uncooperativeness of ruling body. |
| Capital City: | Edwood City, Transylvania. |
| Economy: | Agrarian (Peasant farmer based system.) |
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An interesting paradox, while most of the population are farmers and there are crop fields, none are ever seen tending or harvesting these fields, only cowering in their peasant homes. It is further confusing how these crops are able to grow in the absense of light.
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