sun shone bright outside the Temple windows, but its warmth did
nothing to dispel the cold dread that hung heavy on the heart of
the Lord of the Supreme Council. The latest reports from her
scouts had only just arrived and the tidings they brought
were grim. The Oracle had warned her that the day would
come when evil would once again rise to menace the free people who
lived beyond the walls of Questport. This last batch of reports
seemed to confirm that those dark days were indeed upon them...
and it seemed there was nothing she could do.
villagers were running amok in fits of madness. The most skilled
craftsmen among the wood elves were falling dead, victims of a
dread disease no one could name. Vile, poisonous fumes had
descended upon the village of gentle vampires, trapping their
minds in dark nightmarish places and leaving a black resinous
slime all over their once bright halls and homes. Evil
magicians were drawing power from some unknown source and
transforming innocent humans into dragons, werewolves, and other
creatures of horror. Even the once joyous fairies, whose voices
had always filled the forest glades with laughter and delight, now
sang songs of lamentation at the loss of their lovely homes to
the vicious winds of a
terrible storm that had swept through their lands.
if that were not enough, there was still that most
annoying pair: The Lord of Angels and Demons and The King of
Thieves and Assassins.Two self-proclaimed aristocrats who were
forever at each other’s throats and who loved nothing
better than to grab power and make trouble for everyone else.She
would have to find a way to deal with them,
before their selfish desires caused even more harm.
heroes of legend who had once protected the world were
gone. Long ago, they had disappeared into the mists of time and
now it seemed they would never return. She had waited for them.
Hoped beyond hope that they would appear once more to set things
right, but the time for such hope was past. Something had to be
done NOW, or soon there would be nothing left to save.
Lord of the Supreme Council
As she sat brooding
at her desk, a Temple warden entered to inform her that “a
rather motley crew” of characters was gathered in the great
hall seeking an audience with her. Oddly, it appeared that
they were strangers to one another despite the fact that they
had all come with a common purpose. Each had suffered grievously
from the tragic events recounted in the reports she held in her
hand, and all were searching for answers and direction. With a
sigh of resignation, the Lord of the Supreme Council rose and
followed the warden to the great hall. As she surveyed the
ragtag group that awaited her, she could not help but think that
his description of these people was a bit too kind. Before her
stood the most unlikely group of adventurers she had ever laid
eyes upon: two fairies, a couple of elves, a vampire, what
looked to be a demon transformer, a heavily cloaked young woman
with raven wings, and… was that a DRAGON poking its head
through the window?
What was SHE supposed
to tell these people? Then, the words of the Oracle came back to
her, “It is in times of darkness
that heroes are made”,
and she now knew what they meant.
Clearing her throat,
she addressed the assembly, “Greetings good people. You have
come to me, because you have suffered grievously and are in
search of a way to combat the evil that now stalks your lands.
If that be so, then there is only one thing I can say. Bond ye
together in fellowship, for a quest awaits you…”