It has been said that it all began with a simple band of heroes. Heroes who chose to side with an orcish warrior, instead of a thief.
A thief who called himself ‘king’.
Once upon a time, in the ancient city of Aquitaine on the northern shores of Sog’s Lake …
the heroes emerged from the ancient Catacombs under the city. Behind them, the city guard enter to begin the work of securing the ancient tunnels so they cannot be used to invade Aquitaine again.
Despite the plans of Nualia still hanging over their heads, the heroes retire to the Rusty Dragon Inn to rest. Through the evening, they relax as Ameiko makes her best dishes of grilled herb chicken, hot and sour soup, plum rolls and piles of her own special recipe of spiced triple-tang spring rolls.
While they sleep, dark clouds gather across Aquitaine’s night sky. The walls are quiet. Other than the night watch of the city guard, a lone raven is out for the night. It’s pitch black eyes stare unblinking at the Rusty Dragon Inn, while the chill of undeath rolls off its feathers.