Plot: World-wide Warfare, Band of heros to repell threat from behind enemy lines.
Npcs: Brem (Dwarvern Barkeep), Lord Drak'thon of Kil'Daron (Ruler), Harogar of the North (barbarian tribeleader), Sslenith'sir (Baron and General of the Southern Empire).
Setting: Explained in-character below.
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A lone figured stood atop the hill in the twilight, an elongated blade held tightly in a backwards grip. His shadowy sillhouette rustled and changed with the winds as he gazed over the forever-stretching lands before him.
His horse trotted up beside him, and he spoke, " It will be a long week Keisha ".
" The sanctuary of the east is being inextricably thwarted out of existance by the strangling grip of the dreadlands of Kil'daron in the west. To the north, the Barbarians feast on raw meat and the day's huntings, unaware of the fate that grips the known world. The Dragonlings of the south care nothing for the lands, destroying everything in their infernal trail of hellish fire. We are trapped, my Keisha. It seems the whole world is poised to strike, ready to wipe out the ancient strands of humanity and of the elves. What can I do? My own powers are but a meager spark in comparison the flames of the south and steel of the west. I have to seek help, resorting to mercenaries to solve the troubles of the east. "
And with that, he mounted Keisha, his dazzling white stallion and cantered his way down to the Tavern at the bottom of the hill, dismounting and slamming the door open with his half-elven fist.