asgoroth |
Posted on 06/20/09 @ 08:40 PM
File Details |
Map Size: |
400x400 (Large) |
Number of Players: |
4 |
Balance: |
Unbalanced |
Difficulty: |
Normal |
Made with version: |
1.2 |
Minimap:
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The young man stood silently looking down from a hill over a lush valley. In the center stood a once strong castle, damaged in battle and crumbling to ruin. Beside him was a man, bent with age, but with eyes burning with desire. Behind the two of them a group of peasants, outcasts from many lands, looked on hopefully. The old man wrung his hands and looked sideways at the young adventurer. His clothes were tattered with age and travel, but there was something regal in his manner that demanded respect. At his side hung a magnificent sword in a jeweled scabbard, a weapon fit for a king. For a long time the young man said nothing, but let his gaze wander over the landscape. Fires burned off in the distance, armed men moved about at the limits of his vision. The sounds of men making camp were carried up the hill on the late afternoon breeze. Restless clouds scudded across the sky. The air was thick with tension. Finally, the young man spoke: "So this was grandfathers kingdom, Dorath." "Yes my Lord", came the quick reply. The old man smiled: "Is it not beautiful? Is it not worth fighting for?" The younger man grunted, and replied without turning his head: "I am no Lord, and have no legal claim to this land. It was siezed in war, and became part of King Delmore's empire some 40 years ago, as you well know." "You have a moral claim, my Lord. Your grandfather was a wise and fair ruler, and was loved by his people. Delmore was a tyrant, and his death was celebrated by his subjects as a deliverance. He enslaved your father and worked him to death in his mines, but I, his loyal chamberlan, have kept my word to him, and have brought you here to fulfill your destiny!" "My destiny..." The young man's words trailed off as he took a last look about. Then he turned to his older companion and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It would seem others are bent on forging their destiny here. But never fear, my old friend, you have kept your promise to my father, and I will keep my promise to you, and to those that followed us here." He turned to address to the group behind him: "We will make camp here tonight, and begin our new life in the morning. I can promise you nothing but my sword and my loyalty. God willing, that will be enough." He turned once more to the hooded old man beside him: "Supervise here, Dorath, I will scout out the terrain and gage the strength of our enemies." With that, he strode off perposefully down the hill in the fading light... |