Intro

[acererak]

You are the seventh son of a seventh son, you are a city street rat who had to cut a few purses to eat, you are a holy man who has spent sleepless nights praying in the chapel and waiting for a sign, you are the tenth son of a nobleman who has only the prospect of swinging a sword to earn gold.........The world is harsh, the danger is real and the rewards are as great as the risk....Folk have talked for a long time about the castle on the hill, a hidden track between marsh and tamarack leads there.....Whispers say a mad wizard started building long ago and he never stopped.....Wealth enough to satisfy many a dragon, they say, but if it was easy to get every peasant would be wearing a ruby ring and diamond studded daggers on his belt.....