The Way of the Wicked
From a promontory, you can see the great bugbear horde
camped south of the Watch Wall. Balentyne yet burns behind
you. Tiadora remarks, “I have seen no evidence of
any army gathering to meet the horde. It seems Zadaria
has also succeeded at her mission and has assassinated the
commanders. Truly, a great achievement.
“Making matters worse for poor Talingarde, small bands
of creatures unaligned with Sakkarot Fire-Axe approach the breach, eager to take advantage of the chaos. How could these
beasts know already about this break in the Watch Wall?
Someone must have told them. Probably best to leave. This
region is about to become very dangerous.
“Still, this will not be enough. Balentyne may be broken
but Talingarde is yet strong. Soon word will reach the
south. The Heartland and the great cities of the The Cambrian Ports will marshal their armies. They will meet Sakkarot Fire-Axe on the field and it will be far too close to a fair fight. We must do something about that.
“Come, my lords, your ship awaits. Try not to burn this
one.” Lords. She called you lords. And lords you are. Lords
of death and destruction. Lords of evil. Do you remember
Brandescar Prison? Do you remember being held down and
branded like animals? How far you have come and how
long yet the journey before you. Tiadora is right. This is
only your first steps along the way of the wicked.