On This Day...

Exactly one year ago near a small village, a quiet conversation took place on a long forgotten road.

“Th-They call it Crypt. It’s a place where Kalinthas has interred its dead since the Isles were first discovered over 1000 years ago.” said the first.

“Is that so?” spat the second. “And where can I find this town?” 



“I-I-Isla Primos. It's just outside New Orvale, where the council meets. A few miles southeast." The first voice grew stronger. "But you’ll never get past The Mender’s Society! They’re prepared for monsters like you!”

The second lashed out, grasping the first by the throat. As the first screamed, the second one smiled. "Well then. Let us see how prepared they truly are."

Today, The Mender's Society has called for aid. What used to be a reverent town has now become unstable. The undead that crawled out from the tombs was manageable at first, but recently they've grown in both strength and numbers. The town is now on the verge of evacuation, as the safety of the living is of utmost importance.

“Death shall beget more Death, until naught is left but rot and bone."
 
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