Riverkeep was once a fine castle with a flourishing local community.
Now, after a month long seige, the once sturdy stone walls are crumbling, repeated attacks have seen significant areas of the moat filled in and the town has been destroyed.
The last of the population that did not escape with your younger sisters now huddle under the failing protection of the walls and battered towers growing increasingly unhappy at your father for not being able to live up to his legend and drive the enemy away.
There is no hope.
The temporary wooden walls you have thrown up between attacks will not hold agains the next sustained assault you know is coming.
But still you stand by your father's side, sword in hand, resolute to kill as many of the enemy as you can before Riverkeep falls, and your dead body drops to the ground to lie in the blood soaked earth.