Prelude: Arrival in Ereworn.
You first arrived in Ereworn about a week ago coming up through Cornumbria along the coastal trade road and then taking the Kings Road over the river and through the forest the locals of Ereworn called Gallows Wood. You had heard dark tales of Ereworn growing up but the land itself seemed pleasant if a little wild and the people, though few, seemed friendly though short of stature and not as robust as those further south.
You passed through ruins of an ancient city noting ruins of the Selentine era and then came to the town of Ereworn, partially built upon and within those ruins.
You turned north from there and climbed into the Pagans themselves and soon came to Castle Ereworn a great square block of a keep with one rear tower taller than the others, it was protected by a great ravine across which arched a well-built span...a feat of engineering rare this far north from your knowledge.
The gate was guarded by two men, boys really, who waved you through with barely a glance. Beyond the gate the entry turned left sharply up a dressed slope and then right at the top through a murder-hall and then into a wide square with a well at its centre and what seemed to be newly laid garden beds bordering all the inner walls.
Nobles and Knights only: On presenting your credentials and invitation you were waved inside and following the young servant within he was directed upstairs entering through great embossed bronze doors, noting as he did the repairs and works going on about the castle.
Others: You are seeking employment and a new start and had heard on the road that Ereworns new king was seeking household members...deciding to chance things you asked to speak to the majordomo and to your great surprise were directed upstairs entering through great embossed bronze doors, noting as you did the repairs and works going on about the castle.
Within the room was mostly empty apart from a simple wooden stool on which sat a man about his own age wearing a simple crown. On two similar stools about a small table laid with bread and cheese sat two other figures; an enormous man dressed in simple dark woolen robes and a great black boarskin with a brutal scar across his brod shaved head, the other a slim younger man with a large winestain birthmark across one side of his face.
Two battered shields mounted on stands stood outside an embossed bronze door leading into the northeast tower. Newly woven tapestries deck the walls, interspaced with the glass filled windows .
The tapestry on the west wall seems far older than the rest. It depicts a figure in a white robe, performing some sort of ritual before a huge crystal.
A gigantic stained glass window depicting a sword and a river comprises the east wall.
Beneath the window is a raised plinth. An ugly gouge in the centre of the plinth suggests that something once stood here, but has long since been removed.
The huge man stares at you for a brief moment then seemingly satisfied nods to the man you presume is King Corbin.
Corbin smiles, " And how can I be of assistance to you this day?"