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, South of Morodar…
In the Longgrass Plains along the Warden Road, lies the free city of Aquitaine. There, every mid-summer, Aquitaine holds a celebration to the city’s patron deity, Rhea the Lightgiver. This festival honors her and her good works with song, dance, feasting and a releasing of butterflies – which are considered the Children of Rhea and the namesake of the festival: The Swallowtail Festival.
However, in this particular year, Aquitaine celebrates much more. This year they celebrate the newly rebuilt cathedral that had been burned to the ground five years ago. An event of this kind drew in many visitors. From the north, dwarves from Morodar. From the southeast, Easterling humans from Lakefell. Even elves and orcs from Gild’mar and Dublinshire were in attendance.
But the roads are not safe, and so armed escorts were a must. From Morodar, Gram Brickspittle of the Tradewarden Alliance guild was to attend the festival, but the guild couldn’t spare any mercenaries for the trip.
However, Gram knew of an alternative … a group of skilled heroes he had worked with once before and would not fear the kobold raiders stalking the Warden Road…