It is a dark and stormy night, in the castle of Darnstall in the city of Rand, capital of the Morgan Kingdom. An oracle came to the king, the eyes of the oracle were glazed over, and her face was pale as the moon. "A man of darkness and dread doth come to Morgan, he shall spread evil and destruction where he walks. Only four from a mountain valley hamlet may one day stop him, so the mighty ones have said." The oracle says in a voice that is not of this plane, nor existence. The mighty king, whom still sat upon his throne, looked as any king should, with a face so unreadable even his court could not tell what he was thinking.
     "Send out messages to every hamlet in the land, send word to the Pathfinders in Rovio to keep an eye out on would be adventurers fighting evil where it lay. Have word that I wish to meet these four and give them this quest to stop this evil before it can destroy our land." The mighty king says, the court begins to chat and talk as pages and guards rush about to spread the word.
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In Kend, it is Fall, and the turning of the season means the Fell Festival shall be taking place. A bard has come to the hamlet from Nisher, a city on the coast of Lake Silvermoon. The local lord mayor has been busy meeting with shop owners and locals to plan for the festivities, which will occur in ten days. Suddenly a battered and bruised dwarf appears on the edges of the hamlet and is escorted into town by the local guards. He spins a tale of goblins blockading the tunnel pass out of the valley. The guards are not equipped for such an event, they only deal with the occasional goblin and kobold raid, Kend needs adventurers.... And so to does the kingdom of Morgan.....