Friend of the Starving Bandits
Friend of the Starving Bandits
You have lived on the edge a long time. Wound your way over the deserts and across the plains and stayed alive. Some of it was luck. Some of it was knowing when to run and when to hide and keep your head down. You have stole, but it wasn’t your thing. You grew up in on a farm, your parents worked hard and you saw it wasn’t easy. But working hard and not stealing meant you could sleep at night with a clear conscience. Now you work out of the Hub. You mine in the daytime and take your ore in at night and sell it at the bar. You buy food and supplies and building materials and have had your eye on a couple of the run down shacks in town, thinking you could rebuild them if you could just get a couple more days work in.
Then one day when you are working at the iron rock outside town a group of Starving Bandits come along. You talk to them and a few listen. You ask if they want to join you and they nod their heads yes.
Now it is a little easier than it was before. There are four of you instead of just one.
A week later at the iron deposit another group of Starving Bandits come to watch and then ask if they can join you. Their stomach’s rumble when they speak and their eyes are glassy from malnutrition. But you nod and say yes. Sure. Join me.
In time you could own the Hub, in time you could find other abandoned and run down towns and restore them. If you don’t own them outright, then you won’t have to worry about the taxmen or the soldiers come knocking on your gates. Let the Shinobi Thieves deal with that. All you want is to work and eat and a place to sleep. And to help a few others that don’t have anything to at least have something to eat and a place to sleep and live their lives.
