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[Out of Character aspects found here.] Prologue: Union of Strangers One bright afternoon, a sizable vessel docked in a port in a village know as Perissa. From it departed some number of Hellene travelers, most with only a few sacks and crates with them. However, this was not the case for two in particular, a pair of young men who came off the ship with a heavily stocked wagon. Under the heat of the sun, they hook a horse up the cart and drive it to the center of the city square; A broad, sandy clearing, with wooden buildings constructed around it. People bustle through streets of packed ground and across wooden walkways, as the wagon halts in the very center of the town. Both men stepped out from the wagon's cover. They were similar in height, and each had hair of a similar dark black. However, one was a bit taller, with a fuller face and a more confident demeanor. His companion, thinner, shorter, and more reserved, climbed from the wagon after his companion left to the ground. Wasting no time, the taller man began his proclamation with a booming voice and the delivery of a ringmaster. “Gentlemen, ladies, hark! My name is Saban-” “And mine Nasba!” “We come here with an offer which has no equal to anything in our lifetimes! We two come looking for competent healers, warriors and adventures! What need have we for these people? To find the treasure of Talibo, of course! Oh, but rest assured people, this is no scam, and we are no quitters! No, we are going to find that treasure, and it’s spoils we will share with those who accompany us to find it! Now, I know many have come before and left these fine islands empty handed, but rest assured people, we have something they did not! Nasba?” “We have a map!” With those words, the one named Nasba raised his hand high into the air, a cylindrical contained clasped in it. Some members of the crowd gasped; Other’s scoffed. A month ago, another Hellene, named Betram, came through, claiming to have a map as well. He neither showed it nor was asking for help though, instead boasting that he and his rude troop would find the treasure. Given that he was drunk when he said it, and hadn't said anything else about, some thought he didn't even intend to reveal that, if it wasn't simply a delusion. The group was still on the island of Thira, and known to be alive, but they’d found nothing, instead setting up camp and idling in the eastern forest. [All participants are now free to post.]