I - The Journey North
Each summons was delivered by one of the Royal Guard of Haven. All were written in the flowing hand of the kingdom’s ruler, the Princess Argenta.
Some were urgent requests to powerful leaders, pleas to send the most capable of their number to aid Haven in a matter of great urgency. They were sent to the elves of the Gray Forests, the wilderness that mingled with the realm of the Fae; to the wizard’s guild in the southern city of Ancelas, to the Temple of Amun Tor in the foothills of the Thunder Mountains; and, most boldly, to the leader of Haven’s thieves guild, in her well guarded hideout in the northern moors.
Other summons named the ones sought, adventurers who had aided the Kingdom of Haven in one of its darkest hours, brave souls who had faced terrible foes in order to see the Princess and her subjects freed from the grip of darkness.
One by one, the summons were answered. As each arrived at the white marble palace of Haven’s court, they were given quarters and treated as honored guests. When all of the courageous adventurers had found their way there, Princess Argenta asked that they meet with her, not within the strict formality of her throne room, but in the quiet serenity of the gardens.
Seated alone with a single guard at watch, it is immediately plain that the princess is troubled.
”I am indebted to each of you for your answering my call,” she says, rising from her seat as the adventurers arrive, ”Well met, one and all. I truly wish that our meeting was for a different purpose. A council...or a celebration. But as each of you know, I am in need to your help. And it is no small task that I would ask of you.”
She turns, gesturing to the rolling hills to the north, beyond the walls of the garden. ”Some of you, I am certain, are well traveled, and may have had cause to visit the valley Kingdom of Wendar. When I was still a child, Haven and Wendar formed a trade alliance that still endures. The route that our merchants use is travelled almost every day, and the goods that we exchange have been a boon to both our kingdoms, as well as to several of the realms that lie between us.”
“Gylharen, the wizard king of Wendar, is a just ruler, and a wise man. He has always placed the welfare of his people above all else in the decisions that he makes. He has forsaken commitments that would have brought him great wealth in favor of the well being of those he leads.”
She frowns. ”In recent seasons, trade with Wendar has slowed. Greatly. I had become so concerned that I was preparing to send envoys to Gylharen to inquire about the state of things in his kingdom. Before I could, I received a letter from him.”
She sighs, crossing her arms. ”Gylharen spoke of a great evil that threatens his realm. A power from the north that has managed to strip away some of the magical protection that kept Wendar safe. He does not fully understand the nature of the threat, but he knows that it comes from beyond the peaks that lay north of his lands, from a barren land called Denagoth. Gylharen wrote that he had felt certain that the evil within that place had been vanquished long ago, by himself and the warriors of his garrison. But now, somehow, it has awakened again.”
“He has pled for help, which is why I have asked for each of you to come. I know it is a terrible request, asking you to venture out to discover what evil threatens an ally, and to vanquish it, but I have every reason to believe that if any are capable of doing so, it would be you who are gathered here.”
“I have spoken with other kingdoms that are friendly to Wendar. Glantri, the Ethengar Khanate, the Heldann Freeholds, Drairis. All have been willing to add to the reward that I can offer you for your help. Five thousand gold to each of you who will go to Gylharen’s aid.”