I am Yara the Scribe and you are here by no accident. But do not blame this deception on Val, for it was I who sent her. You have your gold and, for the moment, I have your ear. Long ago, an evil artifact fell from the sky. Its wielder was granted the promise of

As you reach the great port of Hamapur, Nergal Kahn has already beat you there. His horde has taken the city, not by force, but by politicians who opened the door. As payment he staked them by the gates. Kahn now rules in their stead, from the fortified citadel at the heart of the city.

You are brought back to consciousness by a lone knight, surrounded by the wreckage of war. She says her name is Val, and calls herself the last knight of the Ivory Spire. That she is still alive tells you she’s capable, or lucky, or both. She is also badly wounded and can barely walk. Val

You cut Nergal Kahn deeply, but much like his horde this relentless orc refuses to die. In rage he slams his clawed scepter into the ground. It rumbles, shakes, and a freezing chill fills the air. The earth beneath your feet moves, then implodes, and a bottomless chasm opens up. It swallows a few orcs

For several moons you have served as mercenaries under King Torgul in the war-torn lands of the Seltuk Empire. The bounty has been plenty, your enemies driven before you, and some lamentation has been heard. But eventually all good things must come to an end, and you find yourself fighting a pitched battle in the
