And so our story starts...
Not from battle, not from pestilence, not from a curse. He died from old age, peacefully. A noble warrior, lord and leader of men, he had ruled his small fiefdom for decades, and was admired by his people. His openness to the civilized races was well known and his holding a bastion of security out in the forest wilds of this part of the kingdom.
His fiefdom which was known by those in the great capitol and those far off in power as Drago, is in fact known by its inhabitants and those more familiar to the kingdom as Korme.
Lord Drago II has lain dead these many weeks and has lied in state and buried as befits a much loved ruler and hero of war. And now his eldest son, Lord Drago III has returned home from his life of adventure to claim his Lordship over Korme, and with any coronation there must be ceremony and celebration.
Messengers have been sent out across the kingdom to invite persons of renown and guests of importance and friends of the family and Drago. But most interestingly messengers and posters have been sent forth welcoming adventurous types and thrill seekers to participate in the celebratory games!
It is quite an unusual event and obviously this new young lord has decided to pull out all the stops and open his coin purse wide to host and fund this.
But how do you fit in?
Are you a a wide eyed traveler, who has come from the nearby farmsteads or even further to enjoy the spectacle of the coronation?
Are you a member of a caravan come to trade wares at the games?
A fresh new adventurer perhaps looking for that first foray and farm and fortune by participating in the games.
Or maybe you are local, raised in Korme, roped in to help with the festivities, or hoping for yourself to win at the games?
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