The words above are those of the prophecy. Whispered among the poor and downtrodden folk under the oppression of the wicked Northern King, these words give hope to those yearning for
the days of freedom. Such days were known during the reign of good King Willard, murdered
at the command of the Dark One.
Alas, the days of the Northern King, the Dark One, have been long. Indeed, there are those about
who were children when his evil reign began, now grown into ancient, grey haired men. The Dark One
remains untouched by time. Whispers abound that he deals with evil forces that protect him from
the ravages of time itself. Nothing protects the subjects of the Dark One.
Every child born with red hair is doomed to die, if discovered by the King's soldiers. Tis said the
Dark One would have no kingdom if all the fools were killed. Nonetheless, he bears a particular hatred
for jugglers and jesters. Rumor has it that such a one escaped the clutches of the Northern King.
Even now, the Dark One is said to peep under his bed at night, lest a man dressed in harlequin rags slit his wicked throat.
Half a man is a mystery indeed. Whilest some people propose that a man bereft of legs will be the
undoing of the Dark One, wiser heads refuse to speculate. Why give clues to the unseen agents of evil
lurking about, seeking to undo the prophecy ere it comes to pass?
The dead's claw is an interesting turn of phrase. Is it an ancient weapon carried by a long dead
warrior? Perhaps a necromancer is involved? Evil does not fight evil. There are other powers, noble
powers at work here, or so say the ancient men who wrest with the words of the prophecy for both
meaning and hope.
Doom comes in many forms. Even the Dark One cannot evade this adversary forever. How can
one defend against that which is wholly unknown? Surely, only the mightiest of men could be warrior
enough to bear such a vaunted title, or so say the ancient men.
Some even speak in hushed tones of a red headed girl spotted years ago running among street
gangs of a certain city. Though she vanished from sight long afore the soldiers came searching,
there are those who confidently state she lives still, full grown, beautiful, wild and free.
Oh my friends, this journey is not for the fainthearted. Do not begin this journey if ye be easily swayed to surrender. Danger lurks everywhere in the Northern Kingdom, where evil has a choke hold on the land. Yet, if ye have hope in your heart and the true mettle of a warrior born, come join the