Disappearances, and a Bloody Bounty

[Spicy Serious]

The deserts of Esshar have always been the perfect place for thieves and criminals to hide, far away from where most hunting parties would be willing to follow.  However, recently, those with connections to the seedy underbelly of the peninsula would hear that certain deep trails are now avoided like the plague...

For they've become the hunting ground of something far more horrible than simple cut-throats.

It doesn't matter how big of a band the brigands travel in, forces of dozens have simply vanished. With nothing but blood soaking into the sands to tell that they once existed.

It's not long after that bodies would begin to be discovered near Aesirheim...what remains of them at least. An arm here, a leg there. Each mangled and torn apart, seemingly by wild animals...though more than one would bear the markings of something more clinical. More experimental.


Any investigations meet resistance from the Alsherjarl herself. Who swiftly sends word drifting across Esshar...of a bounty. The situation of bodies mangled and drained of blood seemingly brushed aside.

"I won't waste ink nor breath on explanations." 

"Bring me a Vampire, Esshar. A 'live' and restrained one. And you will have a reward of sixty thousand coins to look forward to, and will immediately have the rights to become a Gothar of the church beneath one of the gods, as well as my sponsorship within Aesirheim."

"Bring it to Ragnhild Sionnach or Vigr Dyr when you've bagged one."

"I wish all participants luck. And happy hunting."

Under the note spread around, is the small signature of the Jarl. A seal of approval from Aesirheim's leadership.