>> A jeep bumps and rattles its way over the vast expanse of red dirt and small hardy shrubs. You're seated in the back with another troll, both of you trying to keep yourselves from being thrown into the other as the vehicle lurches violently over the roadless wilderness.
>> You turn your head to see a stretch of tents ahead, the first camp of several in the area. You're here on a job, a small part of some colossal undertaking. The nature of it has been kept secret from you, as you are nothing more than a hired blade, but you can gather that there is a lot of money and resources in it. Whatever it is, it requires full teams of biologists, engineers, historians, and lots of security- And the best of the best to boot.
>> "That's the main jobsite," your direct supervisor, the driver, points at some spotlights aimed at the sky on the distant horizon. You can make out other larger vehicles- Black high-security transport trucks, other tents, and one very large tented structure. Your supervisor continues. "Your job, boys, is to figure out what's been skulking around our camps and deal with it. We'll go over it all in the briefing, but there've been three deaths already. I expect there to be no more as of tonight."
>> The vehicle rumbles to a halt and your supervisor exits the vehicle. You hop out, boots thudding on the dusty earth. It's hours into the night, but the heat of the day lingers in the soil, radiating through your boots and causing a shimmering heat illusion in the middle distance.
>> "I gotta go meet with bossman. You two get settled. Barracks are over yonder." The troll waves vaguely in the direction of some sturdy rectangular tents, and marches off.
>> Your new coworker heads straight off for the barracks. You decide to meander. Other trolls bustle about on their various duties, many throwing curious glances your way for your exposed wings.
>> You were told no one would bother you about it, and if someone tried to kill you, you had free rein to defend yourself.
