There had been a call issued by the lord of this land to heroes far and wide to help aid him in restoring peace to his troubled lands. Yet the world was currently in turmoil, with hordes of the dead rising from the earth to tear apart all living things, and war erupting between mighty nations. Many heroes had tried to help Lord Draxiel, yet none had ever returned and his pleas were becoming more desperate. If only the capital knew of their troubles, but no messenger of Lord Draxiel had ever returned either.
Something was out there, and it was leaving not a trace of its victims. Whether it was kidnappings, killings, or something more sinister, few could say, but it was clear there was a terrible evil at work. A perpetual gloom had fallen over the forests to the north of Lord Draxiel's castle, and with each day it loomed closer to the castle town. The townsfolk whisper of seeing a great winged beast at night, casting shadows across the stars and moon, and not a day goes by that the castle isn't besieged by the walking dead. Were it not for this, the townsfolk would have fled south weeks ago.
In an act of desperation Lord Draxiel's royal adviser, the great archmage Rothogaz, opened a portal in time and space to find mercenaries to aid them in their time of need. Two unlikely heroes came forth, not even realizing just how much they were about to change the fate of this world. Whether it was honor, glory, wealth, or adventure that these heroes sought, their tale begins in Lord Draxiel's study.
A tall dark haired man sat behind his desk, carefully scrutinizing the unlikely pair before he finally spoke. "Greetings mercenaries. I am Lord Draxiel, ruler of this land under King Gunther IV. My adviser may not have filled you in on all the details yet, so allow me to further explain. I need you to first get word to the capital that our situation here is most dire and we need reinforcements. Too many of my men have been killed, and many of them close friends of mine. We are currently fighting a war we cannot win, against a foe we don't even know. Even if the king cannot send aid, he must know what is happening here."
"Aptly put my lord!" A fat and greasy looking mage beside Lord Draxiel said while brushing crumbs off his robe.
"Don't interrupt me Rothogaz." Lord Draxiel said with a faint look of disgust on his face as he glanced at his royal adviser. "Upon successful delivery of my message to the king, I will pay you 15,000 gold crowns. It is a kingly sum for simple messenger duty, but things have grown desperate here. I'm certain the king may have rewards for you if you can find the source of our troubles here, but I will personally pay you 50,000 gold crowns if you can save my land. I cannot leave my castle and its people unprotected or I would look into it myself. No doubt it will nearly empty our treasury, but it will be worth every gold coin I have if-" An alarm sounded far below, and shouting and awful growls could also be heard. A heavy sigh came from Lord Draxiel as he stood up and began buckling on his armor.
"It seems that we are under attack yet again. If you'd like you may wait here or in town until it subsides, or you may even work for our typical soldier's pay of ten gold a day. If you'll excuse me, time is brief and my men will need Rothogaz and I. Ask your questions while I prepare."
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Something was out there, and it was leaving not a trace of its victims. Whether it was kidnappings, killings, or something more sinister, few could say, but it was clear there was a terrible evil at work. A perpetual gloom had fallen over the forests to the north of Lord Draxiel's castle, and with each day it loomed closer to the castle town. The townsfolk whisper of seeing a great winged beast at night, casting shadows across the stars and moon, and not a day goes by that the castle isn't besieged by the walking dead. Were it not for this, the townsfolk would have fled south weeks ago.
In an act of desperation Lord Draxiel's royal adviser, the great archmage Rothogaz, opened a portal in time and space to find mercenaries to aid them in their time of need. Two unlikely heroes came forth, not even realizing just how much they were about to change the fate of this world. Whether it was honor, glory, wealth, or adventure that these heroes sought, their tale begins in Lord Draxiel's study.
A tall dark haired man sat behind his desk, carefully scrutinizing the unlikely pair before he finally spoke. "Greetings mercenaries. I am Lord Draxiel, ruler of this land under King Gunther IV. My adviser may not have filled you in on all the details yet, so allow me to further explain. I need you to first get word to the capital that our situation here is most dire and we need reinforcements. Too many of my men have been killed, and many of them close friends of mine. We are currently fighting a war we cannot win, against a foe we don't even know. Even if the king cannot send aid, he must know what is happening here."
"Aptly put my lord!" A fat and greasy looking mage beside Lord Draxiel said while brushing crumbs off his robe.
"Don't interrupt me Rothogaz." Lord Draxiel said with a faint look of disgust on his face as he glanced at his royal adviser. "Upon successful delivery of my message to the king, I will pay you 15,000 gold crowns. It is a kingly sum for simple messenger duty, but things have grown desperate here. I'm certain the king may have rewards for you if you can find the source of our troubles here, but I will personally pay you 50,000 gold crowns if you can save my land. I cannot leave my castle and its people unprotected or I would look into it myself. No doubt it will nearly empty our treasury, but it will be worth every gold coin I have if-" An alarm sounded far below, and shouting and awful growls could also be heard. A heavy sigh came from Lord Draxiel as he stood up and began buckling on his armor.
"It seems that we are under attack yet again. If you'd like you may wait here or in town until it subsides, or you may even work for our typical soldier's pay of ten gold a day. If you'll excuse me, time is brief and my men will need Rothogaz and I. Ask your questions while I prepare."