Post by sethwarfield on Mar 1, 2015 17:40:17 GMT -5
March Teaser
Breathing hard, the scout paused to catch his breath, sweat dripping from his brow lungs burning he had to make it back to warn them. The gates to safety lay close, but still so far. He had spent all his life in these woods a hundred years of training and hunting, never had he felt so vulnerable and afraid. An arrow pierces a tree trunk inches from his head snapping him out of his thoughts. Sprinting ahead he could see the tree already dying where the arrow hit. Dodging between cover the scout sees the lights on the horizon from his home, hope blossoms in his heart then pain explodes in his leg. Falling to the ground he sees the dark arrow shaft protruding from his leg. Starring up at the night sky the scout could feel the poison spreading, his heart slowing, at least he would die in his beloved forest. A dark form appears over him looking down covered in shadows a cold voice speaks, “do not leave us yet brother, we will need your skills in the coming battle.” The Scout felt his body rising, his skin hardening, he could feel his blood being replaced with the poison of hate. His will no longer his own, he watches from within his body, aware of his actions but unable to control them. The dark figure and the scout retreat into the woods as elven guards approach the area.
For weeks now the people of Caladore have been complaining of strange tremors in the land. Obviously alarmed and used to horrible endings, they are saying it is only a matter of time before the earth splits open and swallows the town whole. Baron Tolmydian’s men have not been able to discover a cause or any indication of what may be causing the disturbances. To make matters worse there is a rumor that the small trade town of Lilynshire has been completely abandoned with no trace of the people who lived there. More and more reports are coming in from the savage lands of raiders in black attacking barbarian settlements; some are described as having twisted ethereal animals with them as well.
As if all of that was not enough a large storm front can be seen far off on the horizon. Seers and oracles are saying it is an ill omen, others say it is unnatural and is being controlled by an unknown force. Preparations are being made to protect homes and shops from the winds and rain but the feeling that something worse is coming permeates the air. The people are looking for heroes, they turn to you with hope in their eyes. They know you have saved them before, they trust in you to save them again. Mothers tell their children as they tuck them into bed, “Don’t worry little ones, the heroes of Caladore will be here soon, they will shield you from the monsters and protect us from those who would do us harm”. The hopes of all rests upon your shoulders, are you strong enough? Will this be the moment where your strength fails you or will your heart pull you through? Take measure, ready yourselves, and join us for The Coming Storm….
Breathing hard, the scout paused to catch his breath, sweat dripping from his brow lungs burning he had to make it back to warn them. The gates to safety lay close, but still so far. He had spent all his life in these woods a hundred years of training and hunting, never had he felt so vulnerable and afraid. An arrow pierces a tree trunk inches from his head snapping him out of his thoughts. Sprinting ahead he could see the tree already dying where the arrow hit. Dodging between cover the scout sees the lights on the horizon from his home, hope blossoms in his heart then pain explodes in his leg. Falling to the ground he sees the dark arrow shaft protruding from his leg. Starring up at the night sky the scout could feel the poison spreading, his heart slowing, at least he would die in his beloved forest. A dark form appears over him looking down covered in shadows a cold voice speaks, “do not leave us yet brother, we will need your skills in the coming battle.” The Scout felt his body rising, his skin hardening, he could feel his blood being replaced with the poison of hate. His will no longer his own, he watches from within his body, aware of his actions but unable to control them. The dark figure and the scout retreat into the woods as elven guards approach the area.
For weeks now the people of Caladore have been complaining of strange tremors in the land. Obviously alarmed and used to horrible endings, they are saying it is only a matter of time before the earth splits open and swallows the town whole. Baron Tolmydian’s men have not been able to discover a cause or any indication of what may be causing the disturbances. To make matters worse there is a rumor that the small trade town of Lilynshire has been completely abandoned with no trace of the people who lived there. More and more reports are coming in from the savage lands of raiders in black attacking barbarian settlements; some are described as having twisted ethereal animals with them as well.
As if all of that was not enough a large storm front can be seen far off on the horizon. Seers and oracles are saying it is an ill omen, others say it is unnatural and is being controlled by an unknown force. Preparations are being made to protect homes and shops from the winds and rain but the feeling that something worse is coming permeates the air. The people are looking for heroes, they turn to you with hope in their eyes. They know you have saved them before, they trust in you to save them again. Mothers tell their children as they tuck them into bed, “Don’t worry little ones, the heroes of Caladore will be here soon, they will shield you from the monsters and protect us from those who would do us harm”. The hopes of all rests upon your shoulders, are you strong enough? Will this be the moment where your strength fails you or will your heart pull you through? Take measure, ready yourselves, and join us for The Coming Storm….