Prologue
Dismas sat on the mansion stairwell, twirling his knife. It was damp, and dark; the wood was rotten and slow, repeating drips rang out in the deafening silence. He and his brother, Reynauld, had taken up accommodation in the mansion, but for how long, he did not know. The call-to-arms had attracted the attention of many heroes to the castle at the peak of the island; promises of treasure and glory drew them to Hamlet like rats to stale food left in the open. Dismas and Reynauld were two of them.
The relationship between them, as brothers, was rocky in places. Rows had taken place and, Reynauld being a man of faith and his younger brother lacking said faith caused the two to fall out in various situations. The awakened horrors only increased the eldest brother's stress; rumours of doomsday were common in the area. Though not nearly as affected, Dismas was - despite his absence of religion - somewhat disconcerted.
There were six locations in the vicinity: Hamlet, a small town of shopkeepers and civilians, seeking for protection; the Ruins, an unholy complex of corridors, inhabited by the Necromancer and his growing undead army; the Weald, a fungi-infested forest, poisonous, blighted by diseased trees and inhabited by rabid dogs, ectoplasmic slime and infected men and women alike; the Warrens, a network of aqueducts and tunnels (though their purpose, still unknown) that are now a decrepit sewer of corpses and disease-ridden beastmen known as the Swine; the Cove, a water-logged cave system with pelagic monsters thriving inside; and finally, the castle itself: a hellish pit of devilish fiends and those who worship them, pitch black barring the abyssal flames within. This castle, while being the object of potential fame, has a name.
The name the locals call it, and rightfully so... the
Dismas sat on the mansion stairwell, twirling his knife. It was damp, and dark; the wood was rotten and slow, repeating drips rang out in the deafening silence. He and his brother, Reynauld, had taken up accommodation in the mansion, but for how long, he did not know. The call-to-arms had attracted the attention of many heroes to the castle at the peak of the island; promises of treasure and glory drew them to Hamlet like rats to stale food left in the open. Dismas and Reynauld were two of them.
The relationship between them, as brothers, was rocky in places. Rows had taken place and, Reynauld being a man of faith and his younger brother lacking said faith caused the two to fall out in various situations. The awakened horrors only increased the eldest brother's stress; rumours of doomsday were common in the area. Though not nearly as affected, Dismas was - despite his absence of religion - somewhat disconcerted.
There were six locations in the vicinity: Hamlet, a small town of shopkeepers and civilians, seeking for protection; the Ruins, an unholy complex of corridors, inhabited by the Necromancer and his growing undead army; the Weald, a fungi-infested forest, poisonous, blighted by diseased trees and inhabited by rabid dogs, ectoplasmic slime and infected men and women alike; the Warrens, a network of aqueducts and tunnels (though their purpose, still unknown) that are now a decrepit sewer of corpses and disease-ridden beastmen known as the Swine; the Cove, a water-logged cave system with pelagic monsters thriving inside; and finally, the castle itself: a hellish pit of devilish fiends and those who worship them, pitch black barring the abyssal flames within. This castle, while being the object of potential fame, has a name.
The name the locals call it, and rightfully so... the
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