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Author: Maqulvent
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Prologue: The Fall of a Nation.
After the charr attack on the nations of Ascalon, Kryta and Orr, the good king of Dronknars Forge sent aid from the monks of largest temple of Dwayna in his land to the ravaged nation of Ascalon to look for survivors and if possible, resurrect those they can. This mission was kept from the public eye for reasons still unknown to this day.
Chapter One: Mourning and Dark Beginnings
Dwarven Monk: “Brother Grogath! Brother Grogath!” “We found another one.”
Brother Grogath: “She is still alive, but just barely…”
-Healing spell casts-
As the young girl they just helped save awakens in a dwarven refugee camp, she quickly realizes that she is not anywhere near her home anymore, most obviously pointed out by the fact there was a large evergreen right outside the frost covered window.
Dwarven Nurse: “Ah! You’re awake, we were starting to get worried about you.” “Is there anything I can get for you? Tea?”
Gwen: “Tea… where am I? Where is my mother?”
Dwarven Nurse: Ah… I should get Brother Grogath… I’ll be back in a minute.”
-Brother Grogath comes into the tent-
Brother Grogath: “Ah I’m glad to see you up and about, what is your name young one.”
“Gwen.” Says the scared girl as she nervously scans the dwarf with her eyes.
Brother Grogath: “The nurse told me you asked about your mother? Well, we haven’t found her yet… or many people at all for that matter…”
-Grogath lets out a long sigh-
“But were trying our best to find as many people as we can, until then, how about that tea?”
-Gwen quickly nods her head in agreement-
Over the next month or so more and more people were found, and helped to recover what, if any of their former life was left. There were those that could just not be helped, either because of insanity from the stresses and fears brought from the searing, or there were those who were just to far gone, and had to be left in Grenths capable hands.
One of the later was a woman named Sarah, she was left in the underworld, Grenths realm, for all eternity.
After about six months with the dwarfs, Gwen started to realize that her mother wasn’t coming back. She started to go to the Temple of Grenth almost daily to pray for her mother, but after a few weeks of this, she started to resent the god, and soon, all of them.
After four years of traveling south to the far away Dronknars Forge she found out that not only Ascalon, but also Orr and Kryta were attacked by the charr. And hearing rumors in taverns and in the market about a far off, uncorrupted and somewhat safe land of Elona.
After many weeks of tavern talk and drunken pirate captains who didn’t know how to get from the tavern to, well, anywhere. She met up with a ship heading south to Elona and she decided that people that were so confident they could get there, and the fact that they were taking on passengers for free was a nice bonus.
Unknown to Gwen at this time, they were infact, corsairs, and were at once captured and put into an Istanie prison.
Now during her travels south, Gwen had met many a foe, so she decided to learn the ways of the necromancer, incase she ever needed to defend herself, and despite of having little to no respect for the god of death, she found his ways to be quite useful.
Using said powers she unleashed a nasty plague on the prison guards and freed herself.
“I never did like you…” Said the young necromancer raised a golem made of flesh from the bodies of several guards.
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