In a land once damned by the Rule of a Poisoned King, Bold Heroes had saved the Kingdoms through acts of Bravery and Adventure. But now a new Darkness had plagued the land; an evil Sorceress was unleashing her fury throughout the Dominions. A Monster, her brutal powers making it difficult to believe that there could ever be such a thing as Love. The Heroes of Old have long since aged, losing the ability to save their land. Whom would be the commonwealth’s hero?
“Spencer! Where are you, you good-for-nothing…” Dallon grumbled as he searched for his young apprentice.
“Working the forge once again, are we?” asked the Wood Carver, his voice tinged with slight disappointment.
The Apprentice jumped slightly, looking up from the sword he was forging. He had been Dallon’s …show more content…
Devilry is brewing of dark magic.”
“A witch?” the Queen inquired. “It's been eras since a witch has turned rotten.”
“Not a witch,” corrected the courier. “A Sorceress, a descendent of the coven that cursed King Michael years ago.”
“That coven has long since dispersed, torn apart from the wars waged against them,” King Peter stated.
“A lone survivor. Legends become true, your Majesties. Do you recall the tale of the Enchantress Hayley?” The courier did not wait for a response. “She never surrendered, kidnapping young girls from their homes and raising them in the way of the Hag. One grew up to become more powerful than the coven could ever imagine.”
“A Sorceress…” King Peter mumbled, stuck in trance of disbelief. “Send out word to all the Knights, in this Kingdom and the next. Alert King Frank and Queen Gerard, along with King Michael and Queen Ray. Hell, tell Joseph and Andrew as well.”
“I believe it best not to alarm the people,” Queen Patrick entered. “Find a Hero, keep our residents safe, but do not unnecessarily frighten them.”
“Yes, your Majesties. Thank you,” the courier bowed and left the castle, heading to warn the bordering Dominions.
“Spencer! Where are you, you good-for-nothing…” Dallon grumbled as he searched for his young apprentice.
“Working the forge once again, are we?” asked the Wood Carver, his voice tinged with slight disappointment.
The Apprentice jumped slightly, looking up from the sword he was forging. He had been Dallon’s …show more content…
Devilry is brewing of dark magic.”
“A witch?” the Queen inquired. “It's been eras since a witch has turned rotten.”
“Not a witch,” corrected the courier. “A Sorceress, a descendent of the coven that cursed King Michael years ago.”
“That coven has long since dispersed, torn apart from the wars waged against them,” King Peter stated.
“A lone survivor. Legends become true, your Majesties. Do you recall the tale of the Enchantress Hayley?” The courier did not wait for a response. “She never surrendered, kidnapping young girls from their homes and raising them in the way of the Hag. One grew up to become more powerful than the coven could ever imagine.”
“A Sorceress…” King Peter mumbled, stuck in trance of disbelief. “Send out word to all the Knights, in this Kingdom and the next. Alert King Frank and Queen Gerard, along with King Michael and Queen Ray. Hell, tell Joseph and Andrew as well.”
“I believe it best not to alarm the people,” Queen Patrick entered. “Find a Hero, keep our residents safe, but do not unnecessarily frighten them.”
“Yes, your Majesties. Thank you,” the courier bowed and left the castle, heading to warn the bordering Dominions.