'Not possible, it can't be,' good news of the baron's victory at Svein's hill caught the wind. Many doubtful individuals were lesser pleased, a few mishaps may occur during those long-pressed days.
"You," shrouded in nothingness, "-give the unfaithful a rude awakening. The plan shall continue as is meant. Baron Igna, we'll find our victory, my close compatriots haven't died meaninglessly." Strangely silhouetted bodies froze into an open door. Architecture sprung of olden dwarven style.
A few days elapsed; the town subtly returned to somewhat peaceful air. News about the disastrous thunderstorm of last week affected trade tremendously. Paths were blocked from the floods, stumbled trees, and overall inaccessibility.
Apid Village; a place of poor harvest. A team of adventurers arrived to handle the run-of-the-mill monster clearing quest. Sadly, and not for the greatest of fate, a bizarre gate opened at the empty fortress.
