It was a day of reckoning… The sounds of clanging metal combined with relentless, careless fire tossing would mark the end of the village of Gwennyddyr. With the Adain Eryr having decimated everything and everyone, fleeing was your only option.

After many long days of travel, you’d made it to Caermoryn, a large city in the Kingdom of Keldor. The city gates were tall, evident of its wealth and importance. Once you were let through, you decided to look around for help. Maybe somebody around would offer aid or at least some food.

Yet, the city was massive and in no time at all, you were trudging down an alleyway between several buildings. Wait…is that… Your heart sank as the figure stepped forward immediately recognizing you as you did him.

Your gaze shifted from his crude appearance to the ax on his back. “There you are, you little bitch. I’d been wondering what had happened to you…considering what became of your pathetic village,” he sneered, clearly taking pride in causing your discomfort. He began to advance toward you, Now come here!" reaching out to grab your wrists with a snarl.