The King is coming, or so the rumours say. The King is coming; make way, make way. Time to clear the roads south through the County, time for feasting and joy. Time for militia duty. The King is coming.
The adventurers have been gathering pieces of an ancient tablet, broken into four parts and scattered across the county. Sent at first by the Collector, they learned of a fabled cup made holy by Sidhe and Vleybor and feared that if it fell into the wrong hands great and terrible things could be done.
Now, at last, they have the location of where the cup is believed to have been hidden, and setting out they intend to take the final steps on their quest no matter the cost.
On a sunny late spring evening Lady Judith gathered together members of the adventuring community for a meal at her Father’s holdings at Prudha’s Ridge. Before them she knelt and offered fealty and homage to her Lord Baron and arose a Knight. But for all the blissful brightness of summer, a dark tide is rising in Berwickshire and danger lies in the shadows.