Rain poured down from the heavens. Water saturated the dirt road and turned it into a muddy hell. At an unfortunate crossroad near Viret, a caravan sat trashed and nearly demolished. The guards that escorted the caravan sat as corpses all around. Virak’s banner hung on their chests.
Examining the wreckage and bodies was Third-Level Dreadlord Immivra – a graduate from the times before the revolution. She fetched two Initiates from the Academy as she began her quest to track down the missing – now confirmed destroyed – caravan.
Kyros was one of those Initiates. Throughout the journey, he kept himself mostly quiet and focused on the mission.
Ophelia was the second Initiate. Dragged along by chance.
Sitting on a horse, Kyros sat back as he held the reigns of Immivra’s. She had stepped forth and cast a spell upon the caravan’s main wagon. Everything it carried had been long gone.
“They went south,” Immivra announced as she used magic to scry a basic direction to follow.
Turning to the Initiates, Immivra told them, “We’ll have to hurry to reach them before the trail is washed away.”
Examining the wreckage and bodies was Third-Level Dreadlord Immivra – a graduate from the times before the revolution. She fetched two Initiates from the Academy as she began her quest to track down the missing – now confirmed destroyed – caravan.Kyros was one of those Initiates. Throughout the journey, he kept himself mostly quiet and focused on the mission.
Ophelia was the second Initiate. Dragged along by chance.
Sitting on a horse, Kyros sat back as he held the reigns of Immivra’s. She had stepped forth and cast a spell upon the caravan’s main wagon. Everything it carried had been long gone.
“They went south,” Immivra announced as she used magic to scry a basic direction to follow.
Turning to the Initiates, Immivra told them, “We’ll have to hurry to reach them before the trail is washed away.”
