Lore:
The isles of Kalmada, a tranquil place ruled under the strong hands of Darien, the keeper of the southern realm. Lately the land has been overcome with trickery and mischievous deeds. Everyone fears for their safety, family's lock their doors at night and the villagers hope that when they wake, they are still alive. Darien has not been seen or heard of for the past 3 days, the realm is left without a ruler and everyone fears that he is dead or worse. Guards have reported at night, within the keeps walls they see shadows owned by no one and hear screams of tortured souls. The oracle fears for the realms safety, she believes that these strange and horrible occurrences that had been played and planned are by some dark master who controls them like puppets. Kalmada is just a pawn in some dark chess game, what game is being played?
Perched on the very edge of the ruins watch tower, Shale looks down the arrow, lining up the target. The crisp breeze and the icy rain barely phase Shale. His fingers release, the whistling sound of the arrow piercing through the icy rain hits the target dead on, a mountain goat. Shale leaps from the edge of the tower landing gracefully on the frozen grass, he rushes over to the goat, takes the arrow out of its back leg and slits its throat with a quick motion.
"one arrow is all i need to fetch me a great dinner."
"Bayne! yip," a white dire wolf walks out through the snow lathered trees.
"Thanks buddy for luring him here for me, now lets head back, i've got a treat for you."
They start tracking back to the "nest" dragging the mountain goat along with.
The isles of Kalmada, a tranquil place ruled under the strong hands of Darien, the keeper of the southern realm. Lately the land has been overcome with trickery and mischievous deeds. Everyone fears for their safety, family's lock their doors at night and the villagers hope that when they wake, they are still alive. Darien has not been seen or heard of for the past 3 days, the realm is left without a ruler and everyone fears that he is dead or worse. Guards have reported at night, within the keeps walls they see shadows owned by no one and hear screams of tortured souls. The oracle fears for the realms safety, she believes that these strange and horrible occurrences that had been played and planned are by some dark master who controls them like puppets. Kalmada is just a pawn in some dark chess game, what game is being played?
Perched on the very edge of the ruins watch tower, Shale looks down the arrow, lining up the target. The crisp breeze and the icy rain barely phase Shale. His fingers release, the whistling sound of the arrow piercing through the icy rain hits the target dead on, a mountain goat. Shale leaps from the edge of the tower landing gracefully on the frozen grass, he rushes over to the goat, takes the arrow out of its back leg and slits its throat with a quick motion.
"one arrow is all i need to fetch me a great dinner."
"Bayne! yip," a white dire wolf walks out through the snow lathered trees.
"Thanks buddy for luring him here for me, now lets head back, i've got a treat for you."
They start tracking back to the "nest" dragging the mountain goat along with.