09-25-2003, 09:23 PM
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Prologue:
It had been no more than three months since the Ogre Alliance, in a daring move, took the southern plains of Karana. In hindsight, their prior sorties into the Rathe Mountains should have served as a warning, but at the time, the generals of the North interpreted these forays simply as a distraction from the Ogres' primary target, thought to be Freeport. Thus, a key misunderstanding led to a great miscalculation. The Alliance quickly closed in on the bridge to the northern plains, and in a desparate attempt to buy some time for reinforcements to arrive, the North destroyed the only bridge to the south.
The Setting:
Highpass Hold was long known for both its wind and wine, two commodities never lacking from this mountainous perch atop the Serpent's Spine mountains. As such, it was a typical, breezy evening in the Rose & Thorn: the fire was warm, the patrons jovial, and thoughts of the ongoing war were checked at the door.
In fact, When you find yourself in the Rose & Thorn, a war is the farthest thing from your mind, almost as if there is an enchantment on the establishment which wards off anything resembling fear, despair, or discouragement.
Prologue:
It had been no more than three months since the Ogre Alliance, in a daring move, took the southern plains of Karana. In hindsight, their prior sorties into the Rathe Mountains should have served as a warning, but at the time, the generals of the North interpreted these forays simply as a distraction from the Ogres' primary target, thought to be Freeport. Thus, a key misunderstanding led to a great miscalculation. The Alliance quickly closed in on the bridge to the northern plains, and in a desparate attempt to buy some time for reinforcements to arrive, the North destroyed the only bridge to the south.
The Setting:
Highpass Hold was long known for both its wind and wine, two commodities never lacking from this mountainous perch atop the Serpent's Spine mountains. As such, it was a typical, breezy evening in the Rose & Thorn: the fire was warm, the patrons jovial, and thoughts of the ongoing war were checked at the door.
In fact, When you find yourself in the Rose & Thorn, a war is the farthest thing from your mind, almost as if there is an enchantment on the establishment which wards off anything resembling fear, despair, or discouragement.