"Poison Marrow is a lunatic. Best to steer clear if you can."
In the One-Sword Mountain party, one of the players was quietly briefing their leader on the infamous Undead rogue ahead. "He once got into a petty argument with someone and corpse-camped them for seven hours straight. Anyone who tried to help just got cut down too."
They lowered their voice, though everyone nearby could hear. "He's skilled enough on his own, but when he started teaching his techniques, he built himself a crew of rogues just like him. They run wild in the Bonegrave Battlefield. Among unaffiliated players, they're notorious."
One-Sword Mountain's expression hardened, his jaw tightening as he weighed the risk. If the rumors were even half true—and he suspected they were, there was no point picking a fight with someone ruthless enough to hunt you across the entire map, again and again, simply for the satisfaction of revenge. Better to turn away now before they got stuck in a feud.
