Chapter 1: Clayshire
It has been twenty long years since the Raven King stole the sun. He had long been thought trapped, held within a dwarf-wrought cage deep within the depths of the craggy Mt. Kimdarum. The Raven King had been nearly forgotten over the ages since he was defeated by the Bright King and the coalition of Dwarves and Men. But it would seem that defeat would not last.And so it has been twenty years of darkness, twenty years of starlight and hoarfrost. Twenty years of the Raven King's forces marching the land, burning villages and slaughtering any who cross their path. The dead walk again under a black feathered banner, and they seem to be searching for something...
Many who still live have never seen the sun, and even the youngest generations believe it to be a myth. But there are those that remember light and warmth, those that remember safety and comfort. There are those who search for the missing sun, or try to gather armies with which to fight the Raven King. Your purposes are your own, but destiny seems to have a certain plan for you.
We now join our band of travelers, many meeting for the first time. Only a few days have passed since they had seen the lights in the sky from wherever their vantage point lay. The stars still speak of coming change, but offer no other insights. For now, those that chart the stars must wait to see what comes. And what better way to wait for coming change than in the safety of a town?
The moon has set in Clayshire, but the smell of clay is ever present. It permeates through every door and window, overwhelming the senses with its rich, natural smell. Some of you have traveled a long way to arrive here, driven by fate or need. Others have been here for some time, becoming locals themselves. Whatever your reasons may be, you find yourselves in the local tavern. The Hero and Spear is quiet, as many of the normal patrons are exhausted from a long day's labor. Korag, the half-orc bartender, offers ale or a meal of dry chicken and stale bread for coin, and a willingness to listen to your tales for free. A few patrons laugh loudly at a table, apparently deep into their cups. Another stranger sits in a shadowy corner, quiet and unassuming.
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