Chapter One: An Urgent Summons

The sun is hanging high in the sky as you head towards a small snowy village. You all have received an urgent summons from the Lord of Lighthill, Ragnar Thorson, saying that he will give you more information once you arrive. But who are you? Were you already headed to Lighthill before this?

Walking down the snow covered path towards the small village of Lighthill, Sinnj looks back over the past few days and how he came to be here. His master called him away from his studies to inform him that a local lord, named Thorson, had sent an urgent request for assistance. Now that his master was getting up there in years he didn't often leave the keep, and instead sent out his pupils to add others when need presented itself. Although Sinnj was not the wizard his master had been, or was when healthy, he was one of the better pupils and knew it was just a matter of time before he was sent out on behalf of his teacher. Now was his chance to get out and learn of the world first hand, and expand his mental and magical horizons.

The wind whipping up and pulling his hood back to expose his ear to the bitter cold, he quickly pulled it back into place. The only thing he knew of his elven heritage, other than his sharper than normal ears and the inability to grow a proper beard, was that only one of his parents had been an elf. This much he knew because of how he was treated when in the company of elves, and some humans. He tried not to think of it, as even the bitter cold was a more pleasant traveling companion than the memories of how people had treated him over something for which he had no control.

You soon arrive at the small village. In the southern part of the village, you see a larger house made of stone. Everyone seems to have a look of pure terror on their faces. The sounds of small explosions can be heard all around you as you make your way towards the village. Once you arrive at the house, an older man walks out to approach you, inviting you in.

"I see you answered my summons," he says. While in the building you can see several groups of people cowering and crying. "The clerics are saying the village is going to be destroyed be some rock. They say it is because of the god Mityx. While I am not a religious man, I take these threats very seriously. Several groups of King's Rangers have already started escorting people out. There are three families here who need to be escorted out of harm's way and into Pavelton, to the southeast."

the old man who came out to see you

"Pavelton is to the southeast. But I fear not everyone will make it out alive. And it is my responsibility to stay behind to see how many people everyone can get out."

"They are the ones and here. And please, try to get my husband safe." A young ranger enters in telling him, "Sir, everyone is either on the way to the refuge cities or are already there." Ragnar responds with, "Good." Turning to the group, he says, "A quick change of plans. Since everyone else is on the way out or already on their way towards other cities, apparently my spouse and I can go as well."

"Aye. That would be best." Odin, the man's husband, says. He turns to Enialis and says, "If it isn't too much trouble, we would be travelling with you." You see a young elf girl, about 6 years old, come down. Tears stain her cheeks and she is scared. Ragnar picks her up, telling her, "It will be alright."