His Royal Majesty's Booty - It's Just Business - This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things The crew of the Iron Rose and I have left the ruins of the onetime Imperial capital with a hold full of Imperial antiques and a hull full of holes. After our escapades through Tiirdan's Fury, and our brief encounter with the Cinderwolf Mercenaries, my beloved ship needs repairs -- fast. Limping along, I've charted a course for the nearest bit of civilization with enough industry to effectuate some slapdash repairs, enough of a savory element to purchase some (rightfully-acquired) Imperial relics without asking too many questions, and enough to entertain the crew eager to cut loose with some well-deserved (if brief) shore leave. That leaves one settlement, along the edges of wild Rustland territory. Should be a simple affair. ...why are you looking at me like that? Note: This game requires players to have read the book Echoes of the Imperium, and is therefore not available to public reservation. Interested players can enquire using the Contact Form.