The Shifting Sands
"Anyone with a coin purse that full was asking to be robbed. Don't show off your coin if you aint got the gall to defend it." - member of The Shifting Sands
Deep, in the underbelly of Meerlin, thieves sit by a candlelit table plotting their next scheme. Eyes dart in delight over the shipping manifest that was stolen from the dockmaster, promises of goods being transported through the town bring excited cheers across the men. The members of The Shifting sands are always on the lookout for easy targets.
Founded shortly after the creation of Sweodoon, these men and women have prided themselves over the jobs they managed to complete. Countless caravans sacked of their possessions, rich merchants finding straps where their coin purses once hung. Across each port city on the north side of Durbar, honest business folk curse the name.
The Crimson Vanguard have worked diligently at halting the thieves, only to come up short. The battle of Attrition is paused, with members constantly joining the ranks of the Shifting Sands, it is hard so say when it will come to an end.
Founded shortly after the creation of Sweodoon, these men and women have prided themselves over the jobs they managed to complete. Countless caravans sacked of their possessions, rich merchants finding straps where their coin purses once hung. Across each port city on the north side of Durbar, honest business folk curse the name.
The Crimson Vanguard have worked diligently at halting the thieves, only to come up short. The battle of Attrition is paused, with members constantly joining the ranks of the Shifting Sands, it is hard so say when it will come to an end.
