King Lycergis awakes from his slumber. He looks over to the fireplace, nothing but ash. “I’ll have to remember to find a better attendant”. Lycergis puts on his robes as he looks out the window. The window is covered in ice. This winter seemed better then the previous to him but, Lycergis has seen many years and they’ve started to blend together. He exits his room, the echo from the door slamming shuts fills the entire fortress. Before breakfast, he always surveys his men. He walks with a limp now to stubborn to use a cane. He hobbles down to the courtyard. “Just where I left you men.”
“Yes. Clean that mess, and attend to our guests. Have a drink if you need to stop the shaking; I’ll not have your nerves show tonight. If the tapestry behind you has but one speck of red on it, or if the rug stains, my indulgence at your expense may go without bounds.” And he meant it, for there are few things Benance enjoys more than the suffering of those who disappoint him. He downs the remainder of his drink and rises toward the door.
“Of course, master…” the servant trails off, not sure how to word his question.
A seers wakes with a cold sweat. His visions always come to him in his dreams. A vision of the future. At first it’s all foggy but, then it suddenly hits him. His vision is constrained and filtered. He watches this terrible vision from above and his heart skips several beats as it unfolds.
He sees armies fall through upon Azyl. Their colors are yellow and black, and they are led by a Green Dragon, who now has a new master.
Undead from the West fall upon Ravenswood and Koroshi. Bleak has moved. The war everyone waited is here.
3 paths lay before you. All lead to an impassable circle and a man. One path will provide you with the power. One path will provide you with the words, ancient incantations powerful enough to clear your path. One path will protect you from his wrath. Either traverse these paths or wait. You will face this man regardless. He sits in his circle and his rage and anger grow. His eyes glow red with the blood of his family. The ‘M’ scarred into his face burns with his hate for you. The doors to another tower have opened. What will this one take from you?
Even though it is not the official seat, Lycergis has taken a liking to the town of Bonney. It has become a bit more lavish recently. The throne room is brightly lit and there is much activity around. On this day, a younger knight is giving him a briefing on his old foe Bleak.
As the young knight speaks it becomes ever more clear to Lycergis that this report is much different than the reports he was given during the “Age of Many Kings.” Whereas Bleak’s armies have traditionally composed as an unorganized mess in Bleak’s wake, they now form ranks. Whereas they had singular orders, they now move with purpose. Whereas they had no thought, they now are led by intelligent creatures.