Come traveller, sit and listen. For I will tell you tales that go beyond comprehension. Beyond understanding. Beyond logic and reason. Delve deep into the abyss, and see what horrors it will show you.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me set the stage:
Dar’kharrow Port. The barren streets are all but silent, as a faint flicker of lights pour out from within the tavern where it all started. “The miserable dinghy”… It is hard to imagine that everything sprung from this place, but fate sometimes plays out in weird patterns. And today, fate takes a reroute through Whackyville.
A silent evening drink turned sour when a group of thugs figured that this was the best time to start a fight. With who you might ask? Well, that matters little to thugs. Yet these thugs were going to regret today’s choice of “targets”.
Please. let me introduce to you the lucky four:
Erast Blackburn. Wandering diplomat and a man of fine taste. He seeks only to further his reputation as a diplomat and enrich himself in the process. He cares little about the sides of the conflict between the living and the grimtouched. He seeks merely to enjoy his life whilst it last. Yet not one to be trifled with.
Eric and his wife Lucy. One common, one hot enough to melt the coldest heart. Many would look in awe and jealousy at this couple, wondering how the plain, boring, and completely generic man could ever pick up such a woman. An unbreakable relationship. You can test me on that statement, if you should desire an early, excruciatingly painful death.
Thanos Goto. Describing him is a challenge in and on itself. One might say he’s just another face in the crowd. I would say he’s all of the faces in the crowd. A master of stealth, disguise, and assassination, taking Thanos lightly will be the first and last mistake you make. Especially if you tell him to his face. Whichever of them he carries at the time.
Little did the thugs know, that this was who they were dealing with. As you might’ve guessed, the battle took less than eighteen seconds, before the thugs had either fled, or donated a sufficiently large amount of blood to the tavern floor.
Little did the thugs know what they had just set in motion. With swift introductions, the four characters set out as a group. A group who would soon be feared as a rumor. As the ghosts that haunt children’s dreams.
Little did the thugs know, that fate is a cruel mistress indeed.
(Phillip continued (oh no)):
Fate is not the cruelest mistress known to the people of Dar’kharrow and what transpired in that very tavern did not go unnoticed. From the shadows emerged a horrible skeleton, dressed in ragged cloth with two short sword down it side. This horrendous creature approached our team of adventures, he reached out his hand to each of them in turn and handed a small piece of paper while two simple words escaped his bony jaw: “Tickets, please”.
Now as you might have guessed this piece of paper was the beginning of everything for our group of mischievous adventures. This little piece of paper was none other than a direct invitation from “The Mistress”. Now as i told you earlier dear traveller fate is a cruel mistress, but even she shows mercy from time to time, however this Mistress did not know that word… mercy. Her tale was extraordinary i tell you! A tale of love, war, betrayal and heroism, but that, my dear traveller, is a story for another time.
However our group of peculiar individuals decided that this might be an opportunity for them to further explores the wonders and secrets of Dar’kharrow. They quickly settled their tabs and travelled in style towards Falkville, the hometown of the grimtouched! A place where undeads roam freely and humans cover in fear and hides under floorboards.
Using the carriage of Thanos this party of adventures was fairly well on their way to Falkville. Have i even told you, traveller, what a grimtouched really is? You see before the time of our tale Dar’kharrow used to be a normal country just like any other. But one fateful the Capital of Dar’kharrow was defeated in a mysterious flash of light! Some people say it was divine punishment and the city had grown too big, other stated that it was the works of an evil necromancer, whatever case it may be something extraordinary happened after this cities mysterious fall. The people started to wake up, not like your usual necromancy or other fancy magic trick, no complete free of any chains or mind controll these living dead, these people touched by the grim reaper, magically returned with no memory of their previous life or why they even were here. Oh, traveller i really want to tell you all the story about how this story came to be, but you see we have a long road ahead, and every road has some bumps.
Our adventures party actually hit a little bump on the road, nothing major and nothing they couldn’t bite their way out with ease and soon they arrived at the city of Falkville. Falkville still half burned down and damaged from when the Mistress descended upon the city and scourged it, the adventures arrives. They are quickly brought before the mistress of Falkville also known under the name of Altha Skyrunner along with her silent advisor Arnoldi Grailbearer, if you ever meet me again traveller ask me to tell you their story, it will be very worth your while.
The Mistress decided to test our fated group and sends them on a mission to bring her the head of three sergeants. The three sergeants camps outside Falkville along with their bands of merry men and ambush any grimtouched that leaves the city.
And this, my dear traveller is where tonights story ends, but don’t worry the tale continues tomorrow…