WHEN TORNADOS AND THE TERRIBLE TRIO COME TO TOWN, FIND AN INTERIOR ROOM AND DUCK FOR COVER!
Ah, here are our three outlaws, come to pay their respects to the local sheriff. Poor Sheriff. On your planet in the modern era, you would often sit in front of your TV, radio, or computer, watching or listening to the weather reports, always on the look-out for some new storm or blizzard to blow in, wreck havoc, and then leave town to harass some other poor locality.
On the Wyrld, they also had to look out for the occasional storm; however, they had other worries as well: the occasional wandering monster—and the many brigands, bandits, and highwaymen that roamed, raided, and marauded throughout the land, bandits like our Terrible Trio, in today’s feature.
Sure, the Wyrld had law enforcement, just as you have, but whereas on your planet, you hunt for outlaws, on the Wyrld, the outlaws hunt for you!
So don’t think too badly of our little provincial town’s sheriff if he finds an inner room or root basement—or even his privy!—to ride out this latest storm called the Terrible Trio! Good luck, deputy!
Until next time,
With Cognescentii blessings,
~ The Traveller